Firefly Glen It gets so sticky down here

Osiris was soon to arrive, which only further improved her mood. Osiris, meet our neighbor and my newest friend, she introduced with a wan wave of her tail. He was prompt enough in offering his name, Jackalope, which was somehow fitting even though she had no idea what the word meant. Hearing he was from Neverwinter Forest made sense; Leta was also aware that there was a stretch of the Glen that Moonspear, out of the kindness of their hearts, did not mind the Forest wolves hunting on in more fruitful seasons. Leta imagined even still that stretch of it was boundary enough between Glen wolf and Forest-dweller, and they were close enough to it for her to understand the confusion while still having ample berth between the boundaries. 

No, I imagine not yet given we've only just begun the process of it all. That crooked nose is in better order than most, when it comes to catching that, she recognized. More than that, Jackalope was of good enough character to respect that much too even despite the newness of their claim. He must be of decent stock, which was rare. She continued, in any case, peering to Osiris with a wave of her tail: well, they do not mind at least—we are one and the same, in a way. With the influx of spies, and killers, and kidnappers... well, we mean to give them one less place to hurt others, and hopefully determine who they are before someone else gets hurt, if they do seek to pass through here, though the last bit was easier said than done. An extra set of eyes to permanently look after the Glen. Several, actually.