Moonspear Scorpio rising

"So, just making sure, you've never been on a night patrol, right?" Osiris asked @Leta as they picked their way down the mountainside. Once she confirmed whether or not she had, he continued his preface with a nod. "Alright, well, it's been a while since I've been on one—so we'll get used to it together." Osiris figured that the night-watch would be a good place to begin Leta's training. The nights at Moonspear were often quiet and would allow them to build up her patrolling confidence. 

They had been oblivious of the lingering threat—the comfort of their home had created a false sense of security. Osiris had been distracted by his company and their crimson-washed surroundings; he couldn't remember the last time the sunset had been so vibrant. To Osiris, it seemed like the perfect setting for Leta's first lesson, as it was picturesque as she was—which was ironic, given what laid ahead for them. 

Fallstaff had managed to make his way up the mountain, and Osiris became aware of his presence once he began to bolt forward with a snarl; instinct overcame him, convincing him to protect what was his. The change in Osiris demeanour was like day and night—his previous compsure giving way to a bestial glare. It took very little time for Osiris to trace the intruder's trajectory, and even less time to jump into action and push Leta out of the way. Once she was safe, he vaulted towards the intruder with unveiled fangs, aiming towards Fallstaff's chest.

Osiris could only see red—both figuratively and literally— and he would do what was needed to expel Moonspear's current threat.