Firefly Glen going-to-the-sun road

It didn’t take long before that reeking badger scent was brushed past the dark Ostrega. Atlas’ head drew upward, and he turned his sights toward the origin, feeling the prickling of uncertainty in the pit of his stomach as he searched the immediate area for signs of the aggressive creature. Badgers were not kind to wolves, and they did not like it when their dens were intruded on. More importantly, the inkwell did not wish for their home to be invaded by the dangerous beast.
 
Picking up his pace, Atlas trotted further ahead until the scent was stronger and he settled his sights on the familiar shape of Osiris. It was likely that his brother had found the same scent and was searching for the intruder. The dark brother chuffed to announce his presence and loped to close the gap that stretched between them.