Moonspear Snack Pack

She offered him one of her prizes, even suggesting that they could take one and divide it in half so that they could both share it. Atlas wasn’t even certain that his brother had willingly offered one of his catches; prey was the prize of the wolf.
 
The pale shewolf nudged the animal toward him with a gleam in her mismatched gaze. Atlas’ expression did not shift. The shade appeared to her as a dark young thing, charming and welcoming with his features and body language. There was only a moment of pause before he took a step toward her and the space between them vanished entirely. The scent of rabbit was far too much for the mountaineer to pass up.
 
“Thank you for sharing,” the Ostrega boy said to her with a smile that lined his dark lips but did not reach the molten gold of his eyes.
 
“What is your name?”