Moonspear leaves from the vine

Osiris was not one to hide away his thoughts and feelings, opening up somewhat quickly about his fondness for home and offering just enough so that the darker of the two could be satisfied. The journey had gone well and that was all that really mattered – that, and Osiris had returned home without having endured any harm. The mountain had missed his presence, that was easy enough for Atlas to have known in the green-eyed brother’s absence. They were certainly safer with more skilled warriors among them.
 
When his brother went on to mention two difficult packs, Atlas seemed to take interest in this. The shade cupped his ears and pointed his muzzle at Osiris intently. The fur along his neck seemed to quiver at the premise of these fiends and what disaster they might be capable of. “I haven’t heard of these packs. Tell me what you discovered about them? What threat do they pose to us?” Atlas answered and then inquired in the same breath, his golden gaze searching his sibling.