Firefly Glen ours

Osiris was prompt; he was never one to keep her waiting. She heard his voice, deep and without any traces of youth now, she imagined, and looked over her shoulder to see him there. My son, she drawled in greeting, turning to meet him. You have been quite busy as of late. Patrolling, getting to know those of the back, training, she recognized. Busier now than he had been in his youth, but then so were the rest of them. They were far more mature now, each of her boys and Vega with them. 

Looking to the territory around them, she drawled, you know of my desires to lay claim to this Wilderness. And I wondered if you might wish to aid me in this, by leading a pack that would be a direct part of the empire I seek to build. Moonspear, still, and my second in that way, she hummed, but you would help keep this Wilderness safe, too. I would like to begin to groom you to lead—if such a thing interests you, she added. Hydra would not force her son into anything he himself did not desire or see for himself in his future.