Moonspear forty winks

Meerkat’s efforts were duly noted. Atlas bobbed his head a few times, hoping that this might help to provide a modicum of support. At the mention of eating more to thicken her, the dark yearling drew his crown back and cracked his lips before an, “ahh,” was made.
 
“I would certainly be happy to help collect you some food on your quest for thickness, Meerkat,” Atlas offered her in a voice that sounded quite noble. The dark young wolf looked to her with a quick smile before he bowed his head awkwardly and extended his legs. He believed that it would be much more favorable to be a burly beast over a frozen block of water. The thought sent a chill down his back, leaving goosebumps to rise along the flesh of his frame.
 
The lookout spot had been one that he had treasured for several months, having climbed into it often to watch the world below. “How’d you know? Come on, I’ll take you now,” the shade grinned before darting upward along the rocky mountain slope. He did not doubt that Meerkat could keep up; she had done well to remain beside them during their group hunt.