Firefly Glen starry eyed

Hearing him say that Mira was strong was a relief. Leta had not been, at that age—and even still she was not, she hated to admit. At risk of getting lost in her own head with such thoughts, she was all too glad to join Osiris in his venture instead. Of course, she answered unthinkingly, and without shame. She was always happy to be in his company, and always happy to help, too. Keeping herself busy with finding Mira would make her heart feel some peace too. 

She started by calling for the girl lowly, hoping @Mira could hear and know that she was being looked for. Maybe that might prompt her to return home to her mother, father, brothers and sisters. But Leta was also aware that there were forces out there that were likely keeping her from them... forces like the neighbors of Easthollow. Mira, if she had been like Leta, would likely already been dead. 

But with a mother like Hydra, and an aunt like Alya, and a brother like Osiris—these the wolves of the girls family she had met, thus far—and packmates like all those she knew to be in Moonspear... well, it was not so difficult to believe Osiris, even despite the girls age. 

So, how do you feel? About this? The Glen? she asked, wanting to know even while she searched for his sister if he was happy for this, at least.