Moonspear and still insists he sees the ghost

Around the rocky slope, the dark boy followed the signs of the prey until he had created an arc that would allow him to approach from the opposite end. The intent was clear; he would startle the animals from their peaceful hollow and up to where the dark woman and her golden sword awaited to fell them.
 
Once he had positioned himself in an advantageous place, the shade slipped into his predatory state and prowled closer to them. The tension in his youthful limbs was remarkable. Atlas moved until he could all but taste the prey on his tongue. It was in this spot that he halted and latched his gaze on the gentle rising and falling of the breast of his target. Saliva pooled in his mouth just moments before his body burst forward and inspired the creatures to move with startled speed.
 
The prey was fearful enough that they did not seem to pay any mind to the wolves who waited on high. Their hooves clacked against the stone as they rose and darted toward the waiting maws above.