Great Bear Wilderness We get to carry each other

Osprey had no idea that Burke's home was a spooky place, where coprses floated and rotted in the swamp on daily basis. Frankly speaking, she had never really thought about, where the guy came from or what he was doing in his free time. The conversation about his adoptive children had been the closest to an inquiry about himself so far. A more sensitive wolf than Osprey would have frowned upon declaration that exploded corspes were interesting, but the gray she-wolf found them just as fascinating. Just the mental image!

"Well... I don't know about you, but my stomach is made of iron. I have eaten worse than fermented corpses," she replied, casting a glance at Burke and wondering, if this brute's of a wolf Achilles' heel was a senstive stomach.