Blacktail Deer Plateau Black and blue

"Don't underestimate Blue Willow," Osprey said and shook her head slowly. "Her knowledge in herbs and healing could make the devil himself dance," she joked. Sometimes she imagined her friend being a little bit of a witch and her doings part miracle, part magic. Of course, Osprey was no kid and knew very well that there were conditions, where even the healer couldn't help, but this happened rarely. "So your pain should be a piece of cake to her," she winked.

"We have had worse than that, if you haven't forgotten," Osprey reminded. Flightless falcons had been fairly successful pack, yet the life in the wild had it's own rules and she recalled well periods, when food had been very scarce and they had had to be hungry for several days. "There is always snacks," she beckoned to the little mice, which disappeared in Perry's mouth the next moment, "and rabbit food, if it's really bad."

MO had done a good job in training her kids, how to survive, therefore this knowledge was a source of optimism to Osprey. "Pretty well," she replied, but there weren't many notable events to share with her brother. "I am glad that Atticus is back to himself though," she smiled, but then her expression became sad. "Has there been any sign of Saena? Does anyone know, where she has gone?"