Firefly Glen [M] stop, don't save yourself

The call that rang in her ears was met with a look of confusion as Polaris, too, tried to process. Leta did not have the answer for her, confused herself and her mind running at a sluggish pace to meet comprehension. She had already discovered one monumental thing today... and the herald of Hydra was too much to bear... no pun intended, there. She moved in concert with Polaris, not even permitted the space to worry about all that Polaris did as her instinct screamed at her to move. Do something, anything—worry about the rest later. Bear in the Glen; where? 

She could smell something awful, given its source. Not the blood of prey, but the blood of canine. Again? Desensitized, it was the first thing she could think in her exhaustion and fear combined. But something else came next—the thought of Osiris. Where was he? Had he been hurt? Why had she not heard him call to acknowledge he had heard? Would he be struck down—

Leta did crash into Osiris,  and here there was no sob contained as she felt nothing but the rush of relief. So many times Leta had come to the scene when it was too late; when those important to her were dead and gone, or at least dying. Leta prayed then and there that this might never happen again. 

Take me first, Leta willed, let death take me before all the rest. And let it not come for a long time, too. 

Breathing into him, Leta pulled away and looked to her brother. She had the mind to feel the flush of heat in her cheeks and she laughed, we are okay, in a breath. Osiris, he led the Glen, of them all he needed to be okay. What do we do? where do we go? she asked, voice rich with worry.