Moonspear time is up, time has flown

Yes, that was what it came down to, wasn’t it?
 
The boy’s features were washed with a stoic expression. His gaze drew away from the man beside him and out to the wilds. They were all just seeking a way to keep themselves alive. Such a purpose seemed so simple to the yearling. To simply hunt because it maintained them made it a necessity, not necessarily a talent. Those who could not learn to do so did not make it long before the world swept them from its surface.
 
“We do what we must,” Atlas remarked, words weighted. He wondered for the briefest of moments if his father had ever aspired to more. Claiming the mountain and standing there in leadership seemed to be a great feat, but did their purpose cease beyond that? Had Dirge ever wondered about creating something of his own and forging it from nothing? It felt much too silly to ask.