Stone Circle this one's mine

"It's so good to see you, too!" Leta thrilled, and Osiris' belly filled with fireflies, too—but they did not last long. 

Another approached, similar in age to Osiris and Leta—a boyfriend, perhaps? He was quick to jump to conclusions; a jealous flare ignited in his stomach's pit, expelling his previous excitement. Despite his normal level-headedness, something instinctive overcame him. Although Leta wasn't necessarily his, Osiris would loathe to see her with somebody else. 

The other wolf's name was West, and he committed the name to memory. Osiris listened as Leta caught West up to speed, nodding encouragingly as she prompted him. She then began to report how Easthollow was doing, and the mood shifted; the pack had lost a loved one. Osiris frowned, resisting the urge to reach out and comfort her. "I'm very sorry," he replied genuinely. It was unfortunate that they had lost somebody special to them—but more so, Osiris hated seeing Leta so downcast. "I know that there is not much that I can say to make things better, but it is good to hear that your pack is healing." He regarded both siblings then, with a bob of his head.