Firefly Glen i'll be right here

Phew, Osiris either hadn't noticed that he had fallen or didn't care enough. Such a difference from what Charles was used to, and it felt... Well, not really good. Which was puzzling, because mother or Brouhaha yelling at him and ordering him to clean up felt better than Osiris ignoring him, when that was precisely what Charles had wanted in the first place.

Before he got a chance to sort out these confusing contradictions, Osiris said that he liked Charles' spirit and asked him to join on a patrol. Charles thought back to that old geezer in Easthollow who'd taken him on a patrol mostly involuntary. Osiris was right the first time — he wasn't exactly a guardian type of wolf. The coywolf instead said, Sure, with a misplaced somewhat cheeky grin, because he didn't feel like saying 'no' was really an option. Besides, being close to Osiris was — well — tantalising in ways that Charles didn't really understand, but he knew that he liked it. Why'd you pick the Glen? he asked, presumably after Osiris started the patrol and Charles joined his side. Another bad decision; Charles hated small talk, and a second after asking the question he already wondered why he had even bothered to ask.