Firefly Glen starry eyed

One ear backturned as sound was registered, but the hazel eyed Leta turned once she recognized the owner of that voice. Smiling already, Leta stopped midstride so that he could catch up to her. Osiris! she called in answer, tail doing little to hide her enthusiasm. Darting to meet him halfway, she sniffed at his chin to discern if he had met anyone new, or found anything of note (Mira, she wondered) once she was close enough. 

Turning to move so that she was beside him, Leta asked, any word on your sister? I've been looking, she asked and informed twofold, worry apparent in her voice. Leta knew well what Osiris would do for those he protected, having seen it with her own eyes... and imagined the rest of Moonspear would too. 

Could she do that? 

She wanted to think she could, but her heart blanched at the thought. Not that she thought it was wrong. It had to be done, or Osiris, he would have been killed... she would have been killed too. Who knew who else—and she could not help but think that Mira might be in some danger, what with the way of things as of late.