Moonspear Follow the neon in young lovers' eyes

The howl came from someone who was unfamiliar to Atlas. His curiosity is what drove him from his perch on the high stone and down the slope a way to find the individual. Stalking forward, the shade searched for a shape that he might have passed on his many patrols. The call of the elk had escaped him, so it was fortunate that the golden wolf had managed to catch the sound.
 
When the frame of the stranger came into his view, the dark Ostrega did what he could to appear friendly. The gentle sway of his tail should have been enough. He drew up a few yards away from the whiskey-eyed male and nodded softly in greeting. “Looking for a hunting partner?” Atlas inquired in a smoky tone.