Firefly Glen amidst the mists and fiercest frosts

"Good," Osiris replied with a grin, "Let's go." 

Following the scent-trail while round the hedges from the left, their plan was set into motion. The fox coyote's remains were fresh and easily accessible, all of which made Osiris' job all easier. Their target lingered in the plains beyond the greenery, grooming itself while lounging in the sunshine; it was vulnerable and unspecting—perfect game for the two inexperienced hunters. Slowing as the animal came into view, Osiris hesitated as he observed it from afar. It was much different than any of the coyotes he had ever seen—and far more visually appealing—and he found himself sidetracked by his curiosity.

After pausing briefly to gawk, Osiris glanced in the direction of where Atlas hid. When he was able to confirm that his brother was in place, Osiris readied himself. A fire burned within his belly, kindled with excitement and the teeniest sense of nervousness; this would be their first hunt without supervision, and he was aware of the dangers that these conditions provided. But despite his inner anxieties, Osiris was also confident in their ability to accomplish their shared goal. 

Launching himself into motion with a ferocious snarl, Osiris drove forward to herd their prey towards Atlas.