Moonspear hear me, hear me brother

Perhaps Moonspear was not the type to falter when presented with danger, but was he? This seemed to be the thought that plagued him most. If he were thrown into the fray, would Atlas have been able to provide enough strength and resilience in the face of an attacker to keep his family safe – to protect the pack that he belonged to? Even threats that had not made themselves present had bothered him and filled him with indescribable anxiety. He’d never admitted such feelings to his peers or even his family. Atlas did not wish to disappoint his mother and father with his unfounded frets.
 
“I don’t know if youth has anything to do with it,” he responded with a soft chuckle.
 
After all, Osiris was the same age and look at what he had already accomplished?
 
Atlas did not want to share with Desdemona the anxiety he felt. He did not want her to think that he was weaker than the others. More than this, he had grown to enjoy the woman’s companionship and he did not know if he could stand to have her think less of him. Still, the shade wished that he could confide these worries in someone who might be able to help him. He only wanted to know that those emotions were valid and he was not pathetic for feeling them.