Moonspear As if you knew who I am, as if you knew my name

There wasn't much that Osiris had to say; the subject of Dacio was still delicate, but time had begun to heal his wounds. 

On the tail-end of Lyra's report, he added, "There isn't much that I remember that day—only that the woman was black-furred and she was alone." The remainder of his recollection was gone. "She attacked me before I even realized what was happening—be careful out there." His voice grew gruffer by the word; Astara was not a wolf to be messed with. 

Raleska was plump, and the scent of milk was heavy on his pelt— like Hydra and Kututux. Osiris took a moment to regard the curve of her abdomen curiously. He couldn't help but wonder if her unborn children were the reason for her visit, but he couldn't know for sure.