Blacktail Deer Plateau dip you, flip you, bubble bathe you

Anyone's welcome—p'raps someone who'll spar with her? :)

Osprey couldn't decide whether she liked the license to roam freely, even after dark, or if she missed the familiarity and routine of the rendezvous site. Sometimes, she found herself slinking back there to find it empty and she would simply stand in the center of the clearing musing, unaware that her father occasionally did the same. During these moments of quiet pondering, she would realize how much she—as well as the other pups—had grown, physically, mentally and socially.

She mulled these things a few moments today before trotting away into the forest. Junior stopped a few times to sneeze violently. "Stupid Rina," she muttered with no real malice, "you gave me your cold!" After swiping some snot off her muzzle, the youth sighed softly and kept walking. She hoped to run into one of her father's two special friends, though she would've been just as happy to happen upon Aunt Willow, Uncle Atticus (she hadn't seen him since returning) or maybe even Aunt Osprey Sr...