Moonspear sons and daughters, stepping to the raging waters

Osiris had been heeding the same tracks as Hydra; the scent of moose and mother prompting his undivided attention. It had been several moon-phases since Osiris had last examined the musky fragrance, and he was eager to see a moose with his own two eyes. Perhaps now, under his mother's protection, he would be able to do just that. Osiris followed the scent-lined trail diligently, pausing every so often to sniff at the tracks that the massive mammal had left behind. 

By the time that the flurries began, Osiris spotted his mother in the distance. His paws expedited tenfold until he reached his mother's side; the moose's blood went unnoticed in his advance. Osiris' ears fell upon his skull as he reached up to nip Hydra's chin. "I smelt moose," he revealed once he pulled away, "I'm not mistaken in thinking it's fresh, right?" A few hours old, Osiris presumed.