Moonspear Follow the neon in young lovers' eyes

A fawn-colored female drew Atlas’ gaze as he turned to lock the sharp yellow onto the young girl – a girl he had never met before. She smelled of faraway places on top of the Moonspear scent that was carried on her cloak. With this, the shade relaxed somewhat.
 
The young girl was boisterous and seemed eager to participate in their excursion. Atlas watched her for a few moments as she made her exchange with the wolf called Bronco. It seemed as though they were quite familiar with each other, and the dark shadow wondered if they might have belonged to the same litter. If that were the case, it would surely prove to be a successful hunt. Siblings were quite good at teaming up to corner and down their prey, or so he had found on his trips with Antares and Osiris.
 
As the wolves made their way to a lofty ground where they could search their targets for a perfect mark, Atlas kept one of his ears swiveled toward their hunting leader. It seemed that he was seeking their target, but the shade hadn’t found one that appeared weak or injured just yet.
 
“There,” he gestured with a nod of his head to a smaller calf that had wandered a few paces from its mother. It did not seem to be paying attention to where it was headed, and the doe was bent to eat from the ground. If the calf continued to trot away, they would have no issues breaking it free from the herd and ending its life. “Should be easy for the four of us,” he turned to flash a wink to the young girl – Meerkat.
 
Atlas knew she would not be participating in the falling of their prey, but he wanted her to feel included in their group. She could prove to be just as vital as the next.