Firefly Glen I don't mind my own reflection

"Black fur and violet eyes?" he echoed, thinking of his own experience. "It seems like she's been causing trouble for many wolves—I fought her off as well." It hadn't been long ago; he'd been broadening his horizons when he found her. "And this isn't the first time she's caused trouble around here... she also attacked me when I was younger... in the glen," he didn't care to share much more—especially in the presence of a stranger. 

He shuffled uncomfortably before attempting to re-direct their conversation. 

They both spoke, and Osiris listened carefully; he seemed capable and had an endorsement. "I have no reason to reject you—especially since it seems that my aunt had nothing but good things to say," he said through a forming grin. "Welcome, to Firefly Glen," he swept his snout towards the heartland and turned, motioning for them to follow.