Firefly Glen barefoot in the kitchen, sacred new beginnings

Paging @Meadow!

 

It was around noon, and Osiris had decided to take his lunch on-duty. He had briefly diverted from his path to catch some lunch—a rabbit, to be precise. The hunt had been brief, and Osiris had managed to catch the prey with very little trouble. With his prize in mouth, he retraced his steps and resumed his post where he had left off. 

Once he had situated himself along the north-eastern corridor, Osiris tore into his meal without hesitation; it had been several hours since he had last eaten, and he was hungry. Between bites, the glen's leader would glance up from his food and survey his surroundings to make sure that everything was as he intended: calm and orderly under his watchful eye.