Moonspear and still insists he sees the ghost

Ah, he had mistaken his mother for her sister…
 
When the sound of her woof corrected him, he turned to see that the Moonspear leader was higher up. Her own trail had led her above him and into the rocky steps of the mountainside. The burly shade frowned thoughtfully. Once he had turned back to where he had seen Alya, the dark figure of his mother’s littermate had vanished. Like a shadow returning to the dark.
 
Atlas continued his pace, climbing upward until the scent of Hydra was much stronger. It was there that he paused and waited to see if she would intersect with his disarrayed path. Though there had been no set course for the shade, he had carved a steady trail into the mountainside with his steps and his intentions were to go higher.