Moonspear and still insists he sees the ghost

That commanding summons pulled his ears back – swiveling atop his dark crown until he caught the breath of wind and the sound of her voice with absolute clarity.
 
The shade froze and turned his scruffy muzzle to his back, searching the expanse of rock and pale snow for the image of her dark body and her watchful blue gaze. When he finally locked on, the boy waited. His intention was not to trek back down to meet her. Though Atlas respected his mother, he would not divert his path to please her wishes, not in that moment.
 
Time had afforded the boy a great deal of growth and strength.
 
Lifting his head, the shade barked back to her. This was his request that she join him on the higher ledge of the mountain. From there, they could see the stretch of their claim with a keener eye and move in on chances of prey.