Stone Circle this one's mine

West Tyree, she amended with a small little smile; Leta would always affectionately refer to him as just "West", a sister privilege (he was lucky it was no longer Westie, her childhood moniker for him when she could not even say Tyree), but had not meant to embarrass him. Leta looked back to Osiris, blinking and withholding a gasp. How could she be so inconsiderate? Oh, yes! Moonspear? How is everyone there? You? The pack? She pressed, tail stirring some behind her as she found her voice. 

As her brother mentioned they were managing, Leta looked back to him. We've got some awful neighbors, she realized he hadn't mentioned, but wondered about the merit of going into the details, but peering back to Osiris she hummed, I mean, just so awful and inconsiderate, right, West Tyree? I haven't met them yet, thank gosh, but Easthollow... they're not friends of ours, an ear backturned to let West fill in the blanks there. She had only just been warned in passing to avoid that direction, but Leta was a homebody. She only wished she was brave enough to help...