Redhawk Caldera Two large gulps of free-range oxygen

Over the long months Osprey had spent on her own, she had forgotten, how nice it felt to know that someone cared for you. Not as a friend, where invisible, uncrossable boundaries existed, but as something more. Someone, who knew you well and long enough. Someone like Peregrine. Therefore she didn't mind, when he scooted closer and touched her. It was nice and she grasped the opportunity to lean against him. God knew, how much time would pass, before she could be this close to someone again.

She wasn't so sure about the intentions of the bay's wolves. It was easier to believe that Thistle was the selfless one. Ragnar - on the other hand - being the scarred and protective beast of the lands he probably had been doing this out of sense of duty. Not that he had cared much for her. Had it been a different wolf in her place... she had a feeling that it would have been chased out. "I am okay now and there are beings that are faster than me," she replied. "Let's leave the challenge for my title for another day. I do feel old today," she declined his offer, while smiling at his implication of her age.

"This will sound boring - but, boy, how time flies! I can't believe that we will be four already."