Moonspear hear me, hear me brother

Darkness enveloped the young figure. Only the sunlit gold of his gaze seemed to glimmer from the touch of the moon. The shade stepped from his den and into the faint touch of light with a breath of a sigh that slipped into the night air. He looked up and caught the glimmer of stars that seemed to spread overhead like a glittering blanket. There were times that he knew the mountains drew him closer and he was grateful because of it.
 
Ahead, he caught the movement of a dark but familiar shape. Atlas lowered his crown and increased his speed, closing the distance that separated them with a few easy bounds of his youthful limbs. Before he might surprise her, the dark young Ostrega chuffed out a warning that he was behind. Then, his long limbs carried him over the earth and brought him in step a few paces behind Desdemona. For once, he was grateful not to be the only night owl.