Firefly Glen I'm not bullying, I'm just giving them a mean, negative compliment :)

His heart twisted to hear some unknown voice call for his brother. Antares would go see, though he was not who the caller sought and in the midst of his own wicked grief, this didn't feel particularly wise. But, for Osiris...

Antares was quick to appear, and prickled up already the second he realized half the gist of what this was. This was one of those Neverwinter brats, plus quite a few more months. However he didn't recognize that body and his nostrils flared, suddenly on edge--looking for signs of bears on either of these wolves. Osiris won't be answering, he introduced as he strode closer. Uncharacteristically rankled by his own recent dealings with death, he turned a sharp blue stare on the mottled juvenile. What are you doing here, and what in the hell happened? he firmly asked, and at least managed not to sound too impatient.