Luck appeared to favor the wolf on this night, for as he walked through the Dark Forest, his eyes landed upon the alabaster body the the target that he had been told to hunt. Dropping back into the shadows, Osiris tries to remain out of the icy gaze of Mauja the Frostheart. Instead, his mind pulls out toward the wolves which had moved from the Foothills area with him toward the land further south. "I will need your help to secure a target for the Grey, little sister," he says quietly even in the chasms of his mind, feeling the agreement of the wolf without words, looking up at Comadre with a tilt of his head downward to the ground. "Let's go," he says to all in his mind, padded feet taking quick strides forward now, four wolves finding their way on opposite sides of the trees in which the white stallion walks. The unicorn may hear the shuffling of predators, perhaps the whistle of quiet leathery wings as Comadre soars ahead, but they are swift and agile, as well as connected by the mind.

Even if he runs, he will be found. Like a cat chasing a mouse with a broken leg, Osiris is certain that he will bring Mauja back to the Grey in shackles.

The great beast comes to an eventually halt before a tree, and immediately, the wolves begin to tighten their noose. Steadily, the trio of smaller wolves move toward the flank, Comadre taking the right side of the King with a look of stern aggression that was rarely on his friendly face. Were it not for the seriousness of his bonded, perhaps the reptile would have sat back away from the scene. Above all else, though, he was loyal to the wishes of Osiris, and right now, the hybrid wanted to bring Mauja in to speak to his Leaders, for whatever they wished his detainment for. Osiris quickly usurps the left area of Mauja, stepping quietly until his yellow eyes can catch the gaze of the white brute from his profile, a look of calm determination one the face of the brute.

"I am sorry, Mauja," the wolf says with almost dull tone. His golden eyes look apologetic, even as the great hybrid leaps toward the Ice King, throwing the weight of his body toward Mauja's left shoulder, hoping that in surprise the great beast would be unbalanced enough to be knocked over. Simultaneously, the wolf bites at the face of the appaloosa to deter the use of his icy horn on his own face, not that a scar could really worsen the appearance. It would just be a mess to deal with until it healed.

Fate had seemed to smile on the wolf that night.