Moonspear amidst the mists and coldest frosts

@Osiris

The winds still howled against the stone of the mountain, creating haunting echoes on the surface of their home and carrying those eerie wailings beyond their claim. At the point when the sound might have driven them mad, the gusts died away and left them in chilling silence. For the better part of the morning, the dark titan wandered the upper portion of the mountain. The sweeping movement of his gaze had become a habit, searching for anything that would allow him to prove his strength or test his hunting abilities. All was quiet on the mountainside, though. Not long after that time, when Atlas had moved down toward the trees nearer to the base, the fog began to roll in.
 
The gruff figure stood stiff, fighting against the cold, and peered into the cloud of grey that had started to creep along the base of their home.