Moonspear and still insists he sees the ghost

Onward, the shade followed the dark woman and her mate.
 
The rocky slopes gave way to a dip where, down below, their prey was likely bedding down for the evening. Carefully, the young Ostrega takes his place atop a rocky perch. His position was some several paces away from where Hydra and Dirge had halted their trek. The dark ears atop his crown swiveled to meet their words, if he should catch them. The duo seemed to speak in hushed tones. It was not until the shade had directed his attention toward his mother that he saw her carefully motioned instruction.
 
With a solemn nod, Atlas leapt from his perch and began the descent down to where their prey would be. His long youthful frame moved with assuredness that seemed to have been etched into the frame of the young man – a confidence that came with his name, his lineage, and his knowledge.
 
The shade moved in a large circular path, hoping to make his way around the prey and frighten it into running toward Hydra and Dirge. He had seen Osiris do it often enough to know its rate of success. The dark beast had high hopes for a filling feast.