Moonspear amidst the mists and coldest frosts

Osiris’ willingness was a good sign. Of course, their mother had offered them some words of advice that would make their jobs much easier. Atlas wondered if she had provided them with too much and had removed any semblance of a challenge from the task. None of that would matter. Once the boys had found where Hydra had taken their prize, they would have proven themselves as far more capable. The very thought had set his mind turning. All he wanted was to show that he was able-bodied and just as fierce as the rest of Moonspear.
 
Turning his gaze toward Osiris, the dark mountaineer began his venture in pursuit of the dark woman. They would travel across the jagged stones and snow with a hunger in their gaze, seeking the bloody goal that had been set for them. Atlas had been fortunate enough to track the faded scent of another prey animal with their mother close at his side. The burly young boy believed this would provide them with an upper hand. Plumes of breath rose from his nostrils and lingered above his head before he outran it. The golden glow of his gaze sought the first signs of their prey.