Stone Circle this one's mine

"I have a friend here—her name's Leta," Osiris explained quickly, feeling Desdemona's short glimpse. It was all that he was willing to share that the moment; his feelings for the Easthollowian were something he kept quiet. Osiris fell silent then, observing the water-lodged basin with bated breath and increasing nerves. 

Osiris' heart nearly leaped out of his chest when he realized that Leta was approaching; his tail began to wag slowly, and his posture straightened. Unexpectedly, she began to slip and slide through the mud and stilled once they stood nose-to-nose. Osiris smiled as he held Leta's gaze, momentarily mesmerized by her; finally, he felt like he could breathe now that she had arrived. 

"It's okay," Osiris breathed, gently exhaling; frankly, he wouldn't mind if she did that again. Leta went on to introduce herself, and Osiris nodded. "Thanks, Leta—it's good to see you," he replied. "I'm here on a mission with my packmate, Desdemona," Osiris explained, motioning to his co-guard. "We've been following the storm to see how far it goes and checking up on the packs along the way. How have things at Easthollow been?" For now, she kept his full attention.