Firefly Glen a minty fresh death breath

Lost. Fair, he decided, though she still looked hale enough from here. Lost but not completely defeated, he wanted to suspect there--or hoped so. And, on a better day, he probably would've appreciated the humor a bit more. He blinked and tried not to react too viscerally at the mention of Toad Amelia. It was only her fresh loss that barbed him then, not the.. recommendation from a friend. That he appreciated, not that fact that it hurt his heart to have to break that news soon.

She moved it on with facts and he was thankful, silently, that she for one, didn't fault him for being a prickly jerk in the shit weather, but two, she had sense to keep it brief. Good on her, as far as he was concerned. He could chalk it up to observation skills in tact, and, after a bear had ripped them asunder, he was not about to turn his nose at the chance of another medic.

And, as recently minted replacement in the massive hole Osiris left in their lives, he was.. here to make that call on behalf of the Glen, and by extension Moonspear--his entire family. Felt weird still, all while coping with everything. He jerked his muzzle towards the heart of the territory, a windblown sweep of his tail going too. His sign of some level of acceptance, for now. C'mon, he grunted as he pivoted, making sure she was going with him before he took off to take a place relatively beside her if he could, wanting to keep closer than he was actually that comfy with for the sake of information. Prove yourself and you'll find a good home here, I think. he said. I'm Antares Ostrega. This is awful, he clicked his teeth in frustration as the wind blew into his face.

He urged a route towards the nearest considerable tree cover, hoping to very much convey a more later sense for her.