Firefly Glen not giving in

Dhalia sneezed the dust from her nose and shimmied out of the canyon crevice she'd thrust her way into just seconds before Osiris' melody struck the air. Jeez, he couldn't have found a better time to call? Cool rock tugged at her shoulders and threatened to trap her, but with a final shove, she skirted backward and blinked in the bright autumn light. So much for exploiting the secrets of exploiting the canyon today, but alas, for what prospects awaited her at the end of her packmate's howl, what was another day of waiting?

A sizeable group had already rallied by the time the Ostrega arrived. She recognized a few faces - Osiris, of course, Bronco, Meerkat, and Charles. Others looked familiar, but only from a point in passing. She observed the crowd for a long second before she jaunted up to Osiris' collective and chose one of his shadows at random. She had caught the last word of Toad's statement, and strung the line together with the other facts she knew, two and two. "So we're hunting, eh?" her question came with a crooked smile she aimed at Antares, since Osiris was otherwise occupied, and standing in front of Atlas gave her that strange feeling that someone's eyes were on her back. "You ever gone after turkeys before?"