Moonspear Shook up the bottle, made a good girl pop

Osiris watched as Mira pushed her chin into her chest. "You don't need to worry," he assured her with a smile and a wag of his tail. "I won't let anybody snap your neck." Osiris would protect all of his siblings with the same fierceness; he'd kill for them. 

"Downwind is a way the wind blow," he drawled. "If it is blowing towards your prey, you would want to position yourself behind your prey. They won't be able to smell you." Osiris was at times less than eloquent with his words; he wasn't sure if he was making sense. "I will show you sometime," he added, deciding that it might be easier to show he what he meant.