Moonspear for a single hour in the wide starlight

Osiris led the two of them along the scent trail until they had come across the prey animal nibbling at leafy greens along the earth. The shade watched his brother close the space, keeping his eyes trained on the movements that were demonstrated. There was no doubt in his mind, Osiris was a marvelous hunter and he had learned well in his life. It would likely be his greatest strength for years to come, or so the dark wolf imagined. Surely, their parents would have looked at the young man’s skill with favorable eyes.
 
Without needing much warning, Osiris lunged for the rabbit and secured their goal. Atlas loped into the space where he was. The shade nodded his head with a ghost of a smile on his dark lips. “You might become our finest hunter, brother,” the shadow remarked with a chuckle. He believed it, too. Atlas was certain that he would never find another with such prey knowledge and skill.