Moonspear for a single hour in the wide starlight

"Patrolling," Osiris said in reply once he had bumped his muzzle against Atlas' chin. "I believe that you have been doing the same," he remarked after a beat with a knowing look in his eyes. Osiris had smelt his brother's markings on a handful of occasions; it always seemed as though always just missed each other. 

Then, curious, Osiris asked, "How is everything today?" So far, the day had been quiet, and he had very little to report.