Blacktail Deer Plateau I'm just making sure

"A shield-maiden - well, that one sounds like a tough title to have," Osprey nodded, briefly having an image of fragile looking Thistle cloud all ready for a battle. Unlikely though. Maybe "the shield" meant that her main task was not going in a battle, but protect her family? Shielding them courageously from all danger and harm? That appeared more possible.

"Then you are a more experienced traveler than me - I tend to stick around this area and I go for longer travels only, when it is absolutely neccessary for my own sake or - like the last time - when I get in an accident," she explained. When he mentioned going over the mountains to see a pack called The Creek, Osprey felt a sudden pang of longing. The very idea, though reckless and dangerous, sounded very tempting. She wanted to be on the road again and at the same time she realized that this was not possible. She was not free to go everywhere she wanted on a whim. She was needed at the plateau.

"When you do make that journey - please, stop by and tell, how it went, ok? I would like to hear about the packs that live on the other side of the mountain range," she asked politely.