Redhawk Caldera Birds of a feather flock together

"Osprey's Closet..." she repeated, trying to decide, whether she liked the name or not. It was not bad, but... "Except then there will be people, who will want to dig up skeletons," she pointed out to a well-known expression. "Maybe Osprey's nest would be better?" she suggested, even though she would not mind, if Peregrine wanted to stick with the first choice. This was his home - after all - and he could name places and spots, whatever he wanted.

"Yeah... so much for joy of stars, when you are freezing to the bones and have to constantly wake up at the slightest sound for the fear of being attacked and eaten by someone," she muttered, however, loud enough for her brother to hear. Late spring, summer and early autumn were different things entirely - it was warm and comfortable. Yet a den - an enclosed and dark space, offering both protection and hiding spot - was the one that meant some sort of safety. Say, if a bear decided to prowl around and feast on wolves, it would have a lot more effort in fishing out a wolf from a hole in the ground than picking it up from a wide open space.

"But - of course - being out in the open has it's merits. I survived the winter, this means that I am a tough girl!" she said with a hint of pride in her voice.