Moonspear Snack Pack

Atlas had remained near to Moonspear for the last several months, dutifully tending to things within the pack. He had almost forgotten of the world that existed beyond their claim. The borders of the mountain had become a second nature to him; the dark young beast believed that he could have walked them in his dreams. This had been the shade’s intention – a border patrol – when he had caught sight of the pale figure and her mouthful of rabbits. For several long moments, Atlas watched her carry her load cheerfully to where he assumed she had a cache. The fragrance of hare was surprisingly alluring to the dark young wolf.
 
Rerouting, Atlas trailed behind the pale individual. He kept his pace far enough that she might not feel the watchful golden eyes against her back. When the shade had closed much of the space between them, he parted his lips and barked to draw her attention. “Looks like you’ve had some luck with hunting,” the young Ostrega remarked with a soft smile. He slowed his pace so that she would not feel threatened by such a close proximity.