Firefly Glen coeur du libre

Osiris had been mindful of Neverwinter's interest in the glen, and he prioritized tending the borders in their neck of the woods. He cruised along at a leisurely pace, pausing every so often to reinforce the essence of their markings. All was calm—for now. 

The sound of thundering paws and rustling grasses caught his attention, and he glanced over his shoulder to see who was approaching. He didn't recognize the figure initially, and he turned on his heel stiffly, anticipating an ambush. His heart began the race, his tail lifted full-mast, and the hairs along his neck became quill-like. 

He recognized her once she was close enough, and he visibly eased. There was enough time for him to search his memory for her name, and once she was near, he called to confirm: "Toad, right?" The peculiarity of her name struck a chord within his recollection; who named their kid Toad?