The Sentinels Well we hurt each other

ooc: packmates, who wish to meet the kids and kids themselves are very welcome! :)

Osprey had seen Dante off that morning and, though she had put up a happy face, spoken words of encouragement and wished him luck and safe return as soon as possible, she did not tell him that her heart broke a bit more every time he had to leave. It wasn't that caring for three infants was too much for her - after all the nature had equipped her with knowledge and instincts as old as the wolf-kind itself - she knew what to do and her mate did not have yet much place to join in. Or that she would not feel safe, where she had settled at the moment. Not even the lonliness and her missing his calming presence, their precious moments shared together dearly. No - it was the fact that there was nothing she could do to help to alleviate the burden her mate had to carry. 

After she had made sure that the kids were fed, clean and asleep, she settled once again right outside the den entrance and regarded the world around her with a rather unhappy expression.