Firefly Glen the old haunt

His explanation was an interesting one, but not one that she refuted. While Leta had never hunted with the pack outside of Easthollow before, the bison living within the Circle, perhaps other packs had. Actually, come to think of it, the pack had looked beyond the Circle during the famine... perhaps finding an outer territory if more prey frequented there was a smart move? For those times, at least. 

Osiris explained to her his own situation with bad wolves; when he looked around, Leta looked with him, chartreuse eyes bright with concern. Once the coast was clear, Leta looked back to him. She didn't know him, but that didn't mean she wasn't relieved to hear that he had recovered. I'm glad you're okay, she breathed, tail wagging behind her, that sounds awful. Leta was lucky to not remember her own experience with a bad wolf, but she felt his pain in her heart in a way that caused her to recognize, to some strange degree, she was familiar with what he had gone through. 

It turned out, he was familiar with Alya; all caution was thrown to the wind, then. Oh! She is so cool... she came to Easthollow once! She and my brother, they're mates... Nikai, he lives with you, too! She explained, tail waving left and right in excitement. Somehow that he and Alya were related just made him even cooler in her own eyes; he had survived an attack from someone bad, was really, really handsome (not that she quite understood that, but it was hard to keep her eyes from him), and he was related to one of the coolest wolves (that she had met) in the Wilds. Oh, uhm, I'm Leta by the way! From Easthollow, she beamed now, all too ready to befriend him.