Say It Ain't So

"What can I say - we are the local mafia here," Osprey joked and flashed a grin at Rob. Now that they were talking about her side of the family, she felt more at ease. At her home there were only three color variations you could go after - black (her father's side), white (mom) and grey (her uncle and unbeknownst to her - grandpa too). Therefore the majority of the black wolves here didn't seem as something very surprising.

"Rumor says it that I was made different so that they could tell me apart from the other bunch of siblings," she mused. She sometimes wondered - with the number of kids her parents had got - how did they keep track of them and remembered all of their names. Good thing that they weren't all black. She was pretty sure that MO would have chosen then easier way then - by calling them all in one name. Like "Bugs" and then they would be Bug 1, Bug 2, Bug 3 and Bug 4.

"A wanderer - huh," she stopped, furrowed her brow and eyed him thoughtfully. "I start to get jelous of you folks - I mean - I make one great journey of a lifetime and here you are - wolves not much older than me, but seen, what the world has to offer," she smiled again and went on.