Moonspear for sale. rock. never peed on.

Atlas was awake as soon as the sun's radiance bled into the sky. He marveled at that, transfixed by the many hues brought on by morning sun. There were some puffy white things drifting listlessly across the skyline. What were they called again? Clouds?

Tearing his gaze away, he sets about sweeping the immediate area. Hydra told him to never stray far, leaving little to the imagination what could befall a whelp such as himself. Death is bad and scary and that's all he knows. Avoid it all costs but don't let it rule you, she had said. Basically.

Atlas busies himself cataloging odors. There is a lot of foot traffic near the den. Far more than he first thought. Turns out his father was not the first (nor last) visitor to their hollow. His mind churns eagerly, tinged by adolescent trepidation. As enthusiastic as he is to meet new faces, he cannot ignore the uncertainty of it. Mother was there to alleviate his dismay. Meeting Dirge had not been too terrible...Only, Dirge is a step above what he's come across out here in that he is their father. One can't have two fathers, right? Or three, or four, or —

In the dissonance of his speeding thoughts, Atlas tumbles over a rock, falling and skidding on his front. Righting himself, he huffs loudly and circles back around the offending mineral. He hikes up a leg and pees on it. He completely misses it, nearly pissing on himself in the process. Atlas lets loose an exasperated yap. How dare his faculties disobey him?