Moonspear i should live in salt

Antares' ideas were only beginning to come to fruition; Bronco was the only other involved so far. "Ah," he replied, acknowledging the information. "Well, let me know how I can help, and I will." He'd defer to his brother's lead, as he recognized that this wasn't his situation to manage. 

"Yeah, I don't know," Osiris answered, his gaze briefly touching Moonspear's incline. "I thought that they'd climb up higher to avoid the rain, but I'm not sure about how far they could go." At what point did it become too treacherous? He wasn't sure. "They're probably your best resources, honestly. Mom, too." Osiris had hunted with Hydra before and knew that she was both a formidable hunter and tracker. "Hopefully, the rain will clear up soon," he added with a sigh. "It's been pretty hard to track things—all the scents just seem to blend into one big mess."