Firefly Glen barefoot in the kitchen, sacred new beginnings

Osiris was not alone for long. Soon after he had begun to eat, Meadow approached and came to her senses and apologized. "As long as you haven't come to take my meal, you're fine," he reassured her with a slight edge to his tone; a warning. "You are pretty close to my borders, though," he explained, hoisting himself onto all fours and pushing his kill aside, "This is Firefly Glen, and I'm Osiris." 

"Who're you?" the lack of pack-scent on her made him assume she was a loner, but that was primarily all he could gather from her smell alone.