Moonspear cynic's new year

@Osiris had been relentless in his nagging. A lesson, a hunt, something to fill the time left in the wake of changing seasons. Dirge had hoped to instill some of those skills in his children sooner, but when the prey had turned scarce it had tossed most of those plans right off a cliff without regard. So when hunting had twisted out of his grasp, he was left to basics—tracking.

And tracking, he knew, was not a skill his children lacked. Much in the way they were relentless in their many talents, they had taken to tracking one another just as easily as they did the rest of their family. It was the rarer occasion that he could wrest one of them away from the others, and today was Osiris's lucky day.

Along the snowy slope of Moonspear's forested shoulders they lurked, Dirge's voice hushed against the breezes caught in thick, wild pine boughs.

"See these here?" He gestured gently with his nose to a tattered path left by a hare. "Do you remember what kind of prey leaves these?" There was little doubt his son would not know; they were all bright in their own way, but there was still much to learn. Quiet moments were far and few in between.