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Osiris had been patrolling when Holland called. Prompted by the howl, he re-routed his steps in the direction of where the stranger called. He had nearly arrived when Keres summoned him, informing him of the other wolf's intentions, and that was when he picked up his pace. 

"and what you all stand for," was what Osiris heard Holland say as he pulled up. He situated himself next to his aunt, but his attention was on the scarred wolf—from first glance, he appeared healthy, which was a good place for his observation to start. "There are many things that we stand for as a pack—loyalty, strength, hard work," he said, taking the conversational reigns. "Most of us are family; we originally lived upon the mountain to the west called Moonspear. I branched off to form this pack, with my parents' blessing: this wilderness's leaders. We strive to keep this land safe for all that live here." There was pride in his voice. 

Standing a little taller, Osiris finally introduced himself, "My name is Osiris, and I am the leader of this glen." 

"Who are you?" he asked.