Firefly Glen amidst the mists and fiercest frosts

The compliment had taken him aback. Of course, the shade did not allow this to reflect on his features. He thought it remarkable that his brother would compliment his mind – for a boy who was so fervently devoted to the physical aspects of things, it seemed odd. Atlas lowered his dark head a bit, turning his gaze away from the emerald eyes of his littermate. It suited him more not to acknowledge the remark made; Osiris would understand.
 
“Why don’t we hunt for it? Extinguish the threat ourselves,” the shade inquired thoughtfully. Both boys had grown into prime physical beings. Their puppy limbs had lengthened and thickened. They were no longer stumbling teens in search of the last spurt of growth that would turn them into adults. Both of the Ostrega children were almost there. Surely, tracking down a stray coyote and killing it would not put them in much danger.