Moonspear for a single hour in the wide starlight

’Atlas.’
 
The shadow stopped in his path and craned his head in the direction of the call. Some distance away, the familiar agouti form of Osiris was seen making an effort to close the gap between them. Atlas did not continue on his path so that his brother could catch up. When the other boy had neared him, the shade flicked his tail in a welcoming manner and dipped his head.
 
“Brother,” the dark wolf greeted with a smoky voice. “What have you been doing with your time?” the question followed easily, curiously. It was a genuine inquiry in regard to what had kept his sibling busy for a better part of the day. Atlas knew his kin well enough – the green-eyed wolf was dutiful to his pack and his family. Once Osiris was near enough to him, Atlas set their pace slowly so that he could converse with the other without having to pause to catch their breath.