Firefly Glen amidst the mists and fiercest frosts

The coyote’s fang was just as sharp as their own, but this did little to dissuade Atlas from pursuing the animal.
 
Osiris was prompt to think of an action plan. The shade regarded his sibling with an even stare, not revealing any of the emotions that fluttered in the depths of his belly. When the emerald-eyed boy had shared his attack, Atlas nodded his head slowly and his dark lips turned downward into a thoughtful frown. The plan seemed relatively foolproof; Osiris’ hunting capabilities were more than enough to frighten the animal from its hiding place and into the open.
 
“I think it’s a fitting plan. Let’s kill a coyote,” the shade affirmed with a dark smile.