Moonspear forty winks

The dark Ostrega was thrilled with his company and eager to show her all the best places on the mountain that he had found in his time there. There was an advantage to remaining in the same pack he’d been birthed to. More than that, the dark young beast had always had a penchant for finding the quiet places within the pack. During the nights that he had occupied the guard position, he had preferred to do so in a place where the air was thin and the world below him was quiet; his mind could easily be freed in those situations.
 
When he could feel his lungs heaving and the weight of carrying his frame started to tire his limbs, Atlas caught sight of the grove he’d been searching for. With a glance over his shoulder to the golden-cloaked Meerkat, he offered her a smile and slowed his pace so that he could fall in step beside her. It had been a rapid climb and he didn’t want to make her feel overworked.
 
“At night,” he huffed softly, “it feels like you could slip into the stars from this place. Like the world just bleeds into the sky.” His voice was reverent when he admitted this to her, like it was something childish he should have kept to himself.