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@Osiris! <3

So many times she had come here, how familiar it all was. Yet, as Lyra travelled towards the Glen, she found herself looking upon the territory in a new light, noticing things she hadn't seen before: signs that deer had come through here recently, a hollowed out tree that looked suspiciously like a badger den, a fallen log rich with mushrooms and herbs. All things one should keep in mind when establishing a territory.

She stopped as she noticed scratch marks upon a nearby sapling, a telltale sign of border marking. Perhaps Osiris' own? His scent seemed to permeate the entire area. With a twitch of her tail, Lyra cast her head back and let out a soft howl, calling for an audience with her nephew.