Blacktail Deer Plateau It ain't like midnight and cigarette smoke

Dante's arrival was met with a happy gaze and wagging tail. If Osprey's feet hadn't been so tired, she would have gone so far to get up and greet him properly, therefore she compensated this by closing the small distance between them and offering him a quick lick on the side of his muzzle as a sign of appreciation. During the day she had worried a bit that he might change his mind in the end, but she pushed these thoughts away by the confidence that he would keep his word. He had and the fact that the timid-self, who had had doubts, was proven to be wrong, made her even happier.

"Yes," she nodded, casting a quick glance back at her "construction site" and then back at him. "I figured it could be a good place," with this she finished the subject, not wanting to press it further. "How was your day? Your coat," she paused, turning her head so that she could have a quick sniff at his fur, and then looked up, "bears many smells. It's as a map of stories. Tell, what you did and where you were and what's new?" She was thristy for knowledge and any kinds of news would do for her, because life at this small area was good and peaceful, but boring.