Broken Antler Fen this is not the sound of a new man

The she-wolf asked what kind of home he might create. Atlas wondered why she cared. There were mingled scents of others on her pelt. Her frame was small, meek, in ways that were not like the wolves that the inkjet titan had lived with. With a litheness like that, she belonged racing across the flatlands in pursuit of quick-footed prey. His chest tightened as he thought of his hunting trips with his brother.

It will be a home. A place for strength. It will be known in the lands as an indomitable place. Moonspear had been strong before and it could return to such strength. Atlas did not think that he would fail in this task. The weight of it had been worn upon his shoulders since he had left. The day of his brother’s death had been the catalyst.

Do you seek a place like that? Or was the small she-wolf only looking for Tavina?