Moonspear for sale. rock. never peed on.

And again, her voice rings out, giving pause to the storm brewing within his breast. So she's not upset? Mollified, he circles round to watch and ultimately follow in her footsteps. He is pleased to know she is not as terribly disappointed in him as previously believed. That in itself eclipses all else. Which is why he follows her now, knowing he needs to focus and imbibe her words.

She comes before a tree with a protruding root. It disappears into the soil, maybe even the stone crammed against it. He sniffs it, too, tail idly sweeping behind him. He does not understand the correlation between a root and succeeding but he understands it is something he must take within himself, this talk of overcoming obstacles.

In an attempt to appease her, Atlas steps over the root without tripping. He attentively steps towards her, studying her expression and posture. This is what she meant, right? He hasn't misconstrued her words, has he? He needs to know.

Oh-der-come? Talking is hard but he trusts Hydra to decipher his babble.