Moonspear for a single hour in the wide starlight

“Just before running into you,” the dark wolf remarked with a subtle smirk at the edges of his lips. Atlas cast a glance toward his thick brother, waiting to see if this news would spark some new body language from the natural hunter. Osiris had always had a natural talent for tracking and chasing. Watching the agouti figure in the heat of the moment was a treat; he was never more focused then when in the pursuit of something that would fill their bellies.
 
With a smooth motion of his muzzle, the shade pointed in the direction he had scented their prize. “Lost it near the trees at the base of the mountain,” he offered. While he was not the sort to believe in fate, it seemed as though running into his brother had been fortuitous. If they could catch the trail of the rabbit, at least.