Moonspear attack of the dashing young and bold

"I do," Hydra affirmed. "Show me what you can do." Osiris nodded in reply; he wanted nothing more than to make her proud. Hopefully, the hunt would be fruitful, and they could share his winnings. He licked his chops at the thought of success, finding himself more motivated than he had been previously. 

Osiris set off in the direction that the trail lead, navigating them through the woods. Every so often, he'd pause to examine the scent to ensure he was still tracking the same trail. They were near, it seemed from the smell alone, but the hare remained elusive; Osiris remained resilient in his pursuit. 

The forest gave way to a clearing, and the hare was positioned not too far from where he stilled their movement. It faced away from them, digging through the snowdrift to find it's next meal, as Osiris crouched and examined it from a distance. He wanted to watch it for a moment before acting so that he could determine the best route of action.