Moonspear Snack Pack

Within moments of approaching the unfamiliar figure, Atlas had determined that she would be an interaction steeped in high energy. Her movements were bouncy and light. The air in which she addressed him was so lackadaisical that he was almost taken aback.
 
The rich gold of his vision latched onto her features with a stern expression of interest.
 
“You’ve got a knack for hunting, it seems. My brother is the same way. I’ll have to ask him about carrying a load of rabbits in his mouth and whether he has tips on that,” Atlas responded in a youthful baritone. The quandary of his attempt at humor was really that he’d had no experience in the field.
 
For the first time, the yearling felt uncertain of himself.