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Once Osiris and Leta were near each other, they took a moment to exchange scents. He searched the various odors that had stuck onto her coat, noting almost instantly that she, too, lacked any sign of Mira. Osiris pulled back, disappointed. "No word so far," he reported in a quieted drawl, forcing a smile for her sake. "But she is strong—especially for her age. I'm sure she is keeping herself safe wherever she is," he couldn't bear to think otherwise. 

"I appreciate you looking out for her, too," Osiris added after a beat. "I'm going to keep looking for her, and continue to mark the territory, too," he decided, "Do you want to join me?"