Moonspear amidst the mists and coldest frosts

Like Atlas, Osiris had been scouring the lower corridors of the mountain. He took care in the way that he moved, navigating through the fog with his concentration apportioned by both the placement of his paws and the faded trail that he had discovered. Though the hare's residue was days old, Osiris was determined to find a conducive conclusion for his efforts. 

The winding trail brought him near to where Atlas stood. Halting as he sensed his brother's presence, Osiris' glanced where Atlas perched—no higher than ten feet overhead. "Brother," Osiris called, staying mindful not to yell.