Moonspear amidst the mists and coldest frosts

Alright MOM YOU CAN GIVE UR BOYS THEIR TREAT.

The voice of Osiris drew his ears forward and the broad-shouldered boy turned toward his brother with a stoic countenance and a soft flick of his tail. Without the blood of the prey animal, Atlas feared that their tracking would not have been as successful. The warm metallic tang of the aroma was much easier to trail behind than the stale scents of wandering prey that hadn’t already suffered the punctures of fangs against its flesh.
 
“Yes, brother,” he breathed in a smoky voice. “We will have our prize soon. Let us catch up to mother now?” Atlas then suggested to his sibling. With the turn of his head, the dark mountain-climber waited to see if his kin was capable of finishing their journey and leading them to the warm reward at the end.