Moonspear hear me, hear me brother

It seemed so simple, her words.
 
Why couldn’t Atlas simply believe that Moonspear was strong enough to stand tall in the face of adversity and danger? Sure, the cougar attack that had rattled their peaceful existence had been frightening for all members who had been involved with it. It had left more than just Atlas feeling that they could improve in their defense. Still, he did not know why he couldn’t simply trust that his home and the wolves who occupied the ranks of Moonspear could withstand anything that came to their borders.
 
“Maybe as I age… I will learn to trust those around me better,” he confided in her with a solemn glance and a slight frown. How long had it taken Desdemona to learn her own strengths and weaknesses? When did she step forth and simply know that she was capable and could hold her own? These were questions that buzzed through his mind, but Atlas did not believe he would speak them.