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The summoning howl from Osiris reached the inkwell’s ears easily.
 
Atlas had been tending to a portion of the mountain’s borders where he felt the scent markers had faded and hadn’t received the proper tending that they needed to remain strong. When he had felt satisfied with the work he’d offered, the shade turned himself to where the voice of his brother had originated and began his trek toward it.
 
When the swarthy young Ostrega had arrived, it appeared as though many had found their way to Osiris’ meeting place – their mother included. Atlas nodded his head respectfully before finding a place in the back where he would not draw attention or likely be asked to participate. He eyes like suns settled on the autumn-touched cloak of his sibling as he struggled to swallow the envy that crept up his spine.
 
Osiris had always been ahead of him. That was just how it was.