Firefly Glen addict,

"My parents do not have the time to be bothered by this," Osiris intoned as he strode to join Desdemona's side. He had been nearby when he heard his packmate and a stranger, and curiosity had diverted his previously intended path. Unsurprisingly, he was not happy with the situation that he had happened upon, but he was thankful that Desdemona had been able to intercept before him. Osiris stood tall despite the consistent rain, keeping his stare level. 

"This is not a fight you will win—" Osiris warned Vallkyrie, his voice edged with a growl. "—this glen has belonged to my family for generations, and I know that I am not the only one who will fight to keep it that way." He acknowledged his packmate with a side-longe glance; they were not alone in this fight. 

"Leave," Osiris commanded in his next breath, snapping the air in front of him. "Before I call the more backup."