Moonspear a place to anchor

The unexpected movement of a tail cuts through the crux of his worries. So long as his sire is at ease, it's not an issue. Atlas is more than happy to let those hefty contemplations go. Inevitably, some of them will stay but that is neither here nor there.

Enticed closer with a habitual puppy strut, he brings his nose before Dirge's and sniffs. It was the closest Atlas knew for a nonverbal hello though he was more than capable of speaking at this point. Not right now, though. This is enough.

Plopping over on his side, he observes his father's paws. The sight is nothing new but he wonders endlessly over how big they are. Bigger than his head, maybe! Atlas brings his mouth close to a tender digit. Fiendishly, he finds Dirge's eyes again while opening his maw and —

Awro-roo-ro, he playfully growls, amused. A ruse! A dastardly one, at that!