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Osprey didn't know that Mordecai was related to the bay wolves and that her little, best buddy Charon was - in fact - a descendent of the desert wolves she had been told about earlier. Therefore the emotions that probably crossed her packmate's expression in the moment of brief silence that followed, were lost to her. She had politely averted her gaze and, while waiting for his answer, was observing a squirrel running up a tree in the distance with hungry eyes.

The mention of the god, brought her attention back to him and she smiled, feeling flattered that he thought she had met the Great King of the waters herself. Unfortunately - no. Either because he didn't exist or he was too busy to appear to everyone, who wanted to see him. Or - just like with many of the magical folk - you had seen him, but had had no idea of, what you had been witnessing. Because just like all great gods, he too could take any form he wished.

"I would be - of course - all proud and happy to tell you that - yes - we have met and that we even had some adventures together, but... nope," she finished the little charade with a laugh. "It would be interesting to meet him though. Any god in that matter - I would have so many questions to ask them," and that was probably, why they never appeared before Osprey. She simply talked and thought too much. "But... I remember you telling about those spirits? Loos? Have you met any of them lately?" she furrowed her brow, trying to recall, what exactly it had been.