Moonspear a place to anchor

It was that awareness and no doubt the sharp intelligence bestowed to them from their parents that led Atlas to his reply, even when it was littered with the cumbersome tongue of a child. His answer appeased Dirge; it was good to know that he caught on quickly, that he would recall such a thing even now.

"Wolves," he supplied with slower enunciation, lips turning upward into a thin smile. "But yes, for predators and of those that are not our own." He wanted to mention that sometimes it was also for finding those that were not their own, but it seemed a bit much to try to explain now. While his world felt deceptively small in the present, theirs was even smaller. But not for much longer, he would wager—Hydra would soon bring introducing them formally to the table, and he would agree.