Wild Berry Meadow or in our eyes, every time they meet

As Astara boldly emerged from the dogwood's shelter, Osiris felt an overwhelming sensation of deja vu. His mind began to piece his splintered memories into place, bringing him back to a time where he was less experienced and naive. Her night-like pelt, the feral expression in her violet gaze—her, the woman from Ursus who had nearly killed him all those months ago. 

He had to protect Firefly Glen at all costs—as he had attempted the first time he had met her; she needed to be driven away. 

Osiris broke into a motivated lope with a snarl, moving to meet Astara halfway. Once he was close enough, he lept—aiming to knock her backward.