Moonspear amidst the mists and coldest frosts

The glance of Osiris’ emerald gaze was the first sign that someone had approached them, but the stalwart figure did not stir from his perch. His mother’s internal thoughts had been correct; he had hoped to mislead them into believing that he had not realized it. The light that had entered his brother’s gaze was enough to tell him that whoever stood at his rear was carrying a prize with them. Once he turned his head just slightly, the scent of the kill was swept through his nostrils and the dark titan’s whiskers twitched with interest.
 
Then, the sound of her movement carried his gaze toward her as Atlas watched Hydra climb higher than where she had been moments before. The agile movements of her frame showed just how adept she was at climbing those dangerous peaks. For a moment, the swarthy child envied his own mother for her ability. That passed soon enough, however, as he fixed his intense stare back on Osiris and smirked. 
 
“Let us collect this prize, brother,” the titan remarked. An expression of determination crossed his features, hoping that Osiris would readily agree to such a feat.