Moonspear amidst the mists and coldest frosts

The green-eyed boy was pouring over with enthusiasm. Atlas watched with a furrowed brow and a thoughtful frown as Osiris took large leaps and bounds, expending precious energy in their attempt to climb after the dark woman. The other boy had always been easily inspired by food, though. The dark mountaineer did not find it too unusual that he would consume the strength in his body for the prospect of a warm meal. The burly shadow followed after his sibling, keeping only a small stretch of distance between them in which he could assess the surroundings and make sure their mother had not tricked them into following a false trail.
 
Once on the plateau, his breath came in heavy plumes from his flared nostrils. Atlas turned toward his sibling and breathed in the frigid air. The scent of blood was heavier there; this was sure to inspire a burst of energy from the green-eyed Ostrega. The dark sibling watched carefully, wondering if Osiris would be able to pick up on the bits of food that had been left behind for them.