Moonspear hear me, hear me brother

The dark yearling shook his head, indicating that he had not come across any trouble during the late hours that he patrolled the pack.
 
“No, nothing out of sorts… which is good, but I still feel like something is coming.”
 
Atlas could not help but to think about the conversation he’d shared with Osiris. The idea that there were two packs out there who sought only to cause trouble for others was more than concerning. Atlas was worried for his immediate family and for Osiris – he did not want his brother to venture too close to danger without having the option there to help defend him. Sure, the green-eyed boy was strong and capable, but it was his brotherly devotion that drove him toward this protective state.