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“Atlas,” the shade returned to the golden-cloaked male.
 
Bronco seemed a suitable name for such a wild looking figure. He was rather dashing; a thick coat of rich browns and golds with eyes that glistened unlike any color that the dark yearling had ever seen. He might have felt a flutter of nervousness if it hadn’t been for the figure of Antares – the other dark Ostrega allowed relief to wash through Atlas’ frame.
 
When Bronco remarked on their prey, the shade turned his attention to where the other male was fixated and furrowed his brow thoughtfully. It would do the pack well to have one of the cows to feast on. It would also look quite good for the hunters. “You lead the charge and I will be your fangs,” he finally answered with a firm nod and a glance toward the whiskey-eyed male.