Moonspear Follow the neon in young lovers' eyes

As the Blackthorn received them, he passed another glance to his brother--he knew well what it looked like and that it went without saying. Side by side for such quick comparison and it surely spoke especially loud, them all tall and dark.. though Atlas still out-bulked him by just enough for him to know it. Anyway, depending on the day, the mountain was crawling with their sorts so Bronco probably simply expected it by now.

He breathed deep and started to focus as he nodded along to Atlas' words. Antares held no real preference for a bull or a cow just yet.. not without seeing them himself or knowing for sure if there were two, only keen for the opportunity the hunt presented: chase, kill, meat. Details could come soon enough. Me too. he supplied with a smirk and clicked his own teeth for emphasis. At least he looked at this knowing to play to his strengths for whichever way this hunt shook out, so he was glad it was when he was feeling good, rested--in easy spirits with the company so far.

Patience, for now, would serve them best. Their hunting party could grow yet. He could still mull it over, though, and watched Bronco for a thoughtful few seconds. How far off do you think they are? he wondered aloud, back towards the foothills.