Moonspear amidst the mists and coldest frosts

"Yes, lets," He agreed. Osiris took the lead then, needing no further prompting from Atlas. They followed the blood and fur-lined trail, ghost-like wisps of breath trailing overhead them as they trod through the snow. 

Hydra's scent lead Osiris from the light and into the dark; the change in direction caused him slow. "The trail leads this way," he told Atlas,   "And the smell tells me that Mother and the meat are close—"as if on cue, saliva began to fill his mouth. Pausing with his toes touching the shadows, Osiris craned his neck forward in an attempt to locate Hydra. 

"Mother?" he called, pushing his ears forward and squinting into the darkness.