Moonspear i should live in salt

Osiris nodded in agreement; the rain had been troublesome. "Yes—we are lucky to have the mountain's protection," he drawled. "I was concerned about landslides," and hopefully, this would not jinx them, "But it seems as though we have been spared." Osiris stole a glance towards their homestead, quickly studying the slippery slopes. 

"Besides the ever-forming swamplands?" he mused with a clack of his teeth, and then reflected on his most-recent observations. "It seems as though we've had more intruders—probably wanting to escape the floodlands." He thought of the bear that he and @Bronco had chased out. "Bronco and I chased out a yearling bear not too long ago," he supplied. "You've met him, right? The yearling from the Firebirds?" Osiris wasn't sure how social their newest guardian had been.