Firefly Glen amidst the mists and fiercest frosts

"Yes," Osiris agreed without skipping a beat, "I am confident that he does, too." Hydra's brood had all excelled in their training; there was no reason for Charon to feel anything but pride in his grandchildren. 

Amongst the abundance of scents was one which caused him to reflect on his experiences. When his considering resulted in a blank, Osiris turned to Atlas. "Do you smell that?" he asked; a fox was nearby, lurking. "It... smells sort of like another wolf—but it's different, somehow..." Orisis' posture had stiffened noticeably, as though he was expecting the unidentified individual to appear at any moment.