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Antares’ confident smirk seemed to be contagious as a similar expression flitted across the golden-eyed Ostrega’s face. Atlas remained sterner than his dark sibling, but there was a beautiful light of assurance that had washed over his entire frame. Young and eager to test the limits of his adult frame, the shade followed after Bronco and Antares with his head low to the earth so he could collect the aromas of their intended prey. Within a few moments of tracking, the trio’s pace was quickened, and the hunters moved with hungry intent. The shade moved around in a circular motion, putting some space between himself and the other two wolves. When he had found a path that tasted of the aroma of elk, Atlas woofed softly to call his partners to his side.
 
If they put their noses there, it would be easy to find a trail. The scent of elk was a robust one. It was not difficult to hold onto, to keep at the forefront of his mind. Their goal was simple: to find a doe they could separate from the herd and bring down. If a few of the elk had moved beyond the rest of their herd, it was likely that would make an ideal target for the young hunters. Atlas turned to see if the other two would approach, or if they had found a more promising path.