Moonspear high road

Osiris regarded Hydra's information with a nod; traces were a common denominator of his mother's lessons thus far, he had noticed. For now, his curiosity was satiated, and he followed his mother's lead wordlessly. 

Their destination was a blanketed overhang—a comfortable ledge with a sprawling view of Moonspear and beyond. It was breath-taking, and quite literally stole the wind from his lungs; he had never seen such an extraordinary sight. As he regained his breath, Osiris obliged and observed the glen below. His eyes roved the snow-covered hills, noticing the life that moved through the terrain—both prey and wolf alike. 

Hydra's proposal jump-started his heart, and although excitement surged within him, his expression remained level. The only betrayal of his enthusiasm was the glean in his gemstone-like eyes and the subtle perking of his ears; emotion would not get the best of him in this situation. "I'd be honored to," Osiris replied, bowing his head. "I will not let you down." Despite the various questions that came to mind, he deferred to Hydra, hoping that she might elaborate further on his new responsibilities.