Moonspear maybe in time

Ducked low into the brush, the brothers seemed to conspire together what would be a good plan. Which it was the only plan they had, but it seemed like a good idea to Altair. He nodded, a silent affirmation that he could lie in wait there for the precise moment he hoped would come. It would definitely be a test of his patience either way—he was after all, not overly inclined to stay still for any length of time. But despite being ever the busybody, his eagerness to impress and appease his elder brother outweighed the alternative.

Nestling down in cover that he slunk to, he let Atlas go to do his share, and waited.

And waited…

And maybe waited what seemed like an eternity.

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