Firefly Glen the old haunt

Osiris' stomach turned as Leta sympathized about his rehabilitation. "T-Thanks," he breathed, feeling the need to puke right there and then. "But, yeah," he managed, pulling himself together with a steadying breath, "I still get headaches because of it... but that's still better than being dead." Osiris was thankful that he was alive—esepically now that he knew Leta. She was just so pretty and sweet, and he couldn't keep his eyes off of her. 

As Leta explained the reason she knew Ayla, Osiris' eyes grew bright with recognition. "Oh! Uncle Nikai!" he echoed. "Yeah, he's really cool and strong—I couldn't imagine having only three legs." Easthollow was another familiar word, and his head bobbed as she explained that she was from there as well. "My Mom says that we have an alliance with you guys," he recalled thoughtfully; their respective packs were on good terms, thankfully, and that only strengthened his opinion of her. 

"I'm Osiris, from Moonspear," he said, introducing himself with a grin. "Did you want me to take you to Aunt Ayla?" Osiris wasn't sure of the exact distance between Moonspear and Easthollow, only that it was a few days travel. "If you're hungry... I can catch you something, too." he offered.