Firefly Glen fill our cups with profanity

Osiris had paused his patrol to quench his thirst. He stood on the shore of one of the creeks that neighbored the foothills and drank, not intending to forego his duties for too long.  When Lyra called, he promptly cast his head back, recognizing her voice instantly, and howled in reply: I'll be right there! With water still dribbling down his chin, he turned and set off towards her. 

"Aunt Lyra!" he called once he spotted her from a distance, breaking into a light-footed gallop; he didn't want to keep her waiting long. Once stilled, he reached out to sharply nip her chin in greeting. "It's good to see you!" he greeted, pulling away and giving her a once-over; she appeared to be in good health, as always. "You know you don't have to howl, right?" he added after a beat in jest; she was always welcomed in the glen, and did not need him to act as an escort.