Firefly Glen don't run away, oh, stay with me

Osiris's and West's year had been similar in many ways. They had both taken upon more responsibilities within their respective packs, stepping up into positions of leadership. They had also found love—though   West had been the only one to commit. Time had seemed to simultaneously race and drag; it'd only been a handful of months since Osiris and Leta had met. They had instantly clicked, as though they were two links in fate's fickle chain. 

Somehow,  it felt like she had always been a part of his life. 

"Of course," Osiris replied; he wasn't one to compliment another out of obligation. West then elaborated his concerns, and Osiris began to understand. His own self-doubts about leading had been far and few in-between, but he could still relate. 

"Everybody makes mistakes," he offered bluntly, "What matters most is how you react to them." Nobody was perfect, and he had accepted this fact long ago.