Firefly Glen To send the flares out and light the skies above the water

Osiris stood tall, accepting none of the nonsense that came from the unknown wolf. For a fleeting moment, the inkwell pitied the stranger. He was only a fool and he had only wandered into the fledgling pack’s intended claim in search of food. Of course, that did not excuse the sun-touched hunter’s intrusion. As his brother demanded the trespasser leave, Atlas glanced toward him with an impassive expression.
 
“We will escort you to the border and expect you not to return… unless your intentions are to join our ranks,” the shade rumbled. With that remark, the inkwell brother glanced to Osiris. He wanted to convey that he did not think it wise to allow this fool to leave their territory of his own accord. It would have been better for the two of them to ensure he did not linger.