Moonspear Snack Pack

Atlas could not help but to be momentarily stricken by the girl named Moriko. Her bubbly nature was not to the point of overbearing for him, and he found the mannerisms she had to be relatively endearing in nature but not distracting from those flashes of her personality. She didn’t quite fit the mold of Moonspear, he thought to himself after her comment about the weather messing up her coat.
 
The dark yearling’s lips curled into a warm smile, lightening his features for a few seconds.
 
“You know, I don’t think you look scrawny,” he assured her, his smoky voice seemed to melt with understanding. “We all have days when we look a bit rough.” The lamplight colors of his eyes flickered to her and he bobbed his crown in a way to show that he didn’t find anything wrong with the things she’d mentioned.