Moonspear and still insists he sees the ghost

Hydra's greeting broke his concentration for only a moment as he glanced back, finding that she had Atlas in her company. He said nothing, but the gentle wave of his tail was enough to welcome them to join him in such observation, though it also became an observation of a different sort. His attention rounded briefly on Atlas as the boy took up a perch, and the father watched his son for several moments. Boy wasn't quite even the word for it any more, how well he knew, for the impressive cut of the swarthy lad resembled his mother far more than his father in more than just coloration. Dirge hoped there would be a hunt out of this—he wanted to see him perform without the distraction of his siblings.

"The trail seems to cut through a gully up ahead," he spoke softly to Hydra then, gesturing with his muzzle. "Haven't heard their call for a few minutes, so they've either bed down or they know we're close. They smell close, at any rate." A beat of silence slid in, then he wondered aloud: "Should we send Atlas on ahead?" Was he ready for that? Probably, it wouldn't have surprised him. He seemed ready.