Moonspear illulikpak ⇌

you are a shooting starrrrrr~ <3

Moonspear’s grounds had not been traveled by a pack in many months. The grounds had been washed of pawprints and markings alike. The rise and fall of the natural stone had not changed. When the swarthy figure of the Ostrega wolf found the base of the territory, he was overcome with memories.

Atlas began by walking the familiar paths, those he had known in his childhood. He traced the stone with his gaze, following it until he had reached the dens that his family had shared. Their scents did not exist there anymore. The inkjet figure still paused, waiting to see if their familiar smell would find him, to see if something still existed in the remnants of Moonspear.

From the dens, he journeyed to the hot water. Steam rose and met rainfall. Scattered droplets marked their place on the surface of the pools. Atlas debated bathing himself in them, to soothe his weary figure and return strength for the days that would come. As he stepped forward, his sunset gaze found a pale figure nearby.

These grounds will be claimed before long.

There was little point in approaching that subject tactfully. Atlas wanted it known.