Redhawk Caldera Birds of a feather flock together

"Nah, I don't think it would work either. Someone would think that, whoever owns the spot, is eerie," Osprey tossed Peregrine's suggestion back at him. Not that she did not like it, but for the sake of having a little verbal spar. Then an idea occurred to her and her face lit up the same moment the metaphorical lightbulb appeared above her head. "I know! Let's have - Osprey's cool and magical portal of good sleep," as if this was not the most random idea that she had come up with today.

"Probably not," she had to admit - her brother got a valid point there. If someone would decide to eat her it would happen regardless of whether she was in the den or out in the open. That's how life went in the wilds - even predators had no way of knowing, whose dinner they would become at the end of the day. "Saena - let me put it like this - we get along better, if we keep a polite distance," their last meeting hadn't gone that bad, but the relationship between the two was still rocky and unstable. For some reason Osprey had a feeling that she would unintentionally find a way to mess it up again. "But - it isn't that cold anymore. It can get only warmer, therefore "the den problem" is not that acute at the moment."