Firefly Glen exxus

As though he had been manifested by his very thoughts, the sound of Osiris’ voice startled the dark patroller. Atlas swung his head around and locked his gaze on the approaching figure, admiring the ease in which his brother seemed to command the air around him. Ever since they had settled the glen and claimed it as their own, the inkwell yearling had noticed the change in his sibling. It was not for the worse, of course. It was simply easy to tell that Osiris was thriving in this environment. It was where he was meant to be, it seemed.
 
“Of course I don’t mind, brother,” the dark wolf commented with a small smile and a bow of his head.
 
Atlas continued on an easy path, falling in step with the golden frame of his sibling. It was familiar to him, and it was not until he had stepped beside Osiris that he noticed just how much he had missed their patrols and hunts together. Perhaps his envy had driven him further away from the green-eyed Ostrega. He knew immediately that this would need to be rectified.
 
“I’ve been trying to keep the borders marked as often as possible. We’ve got quite a bit of land here.”