Redhawk Caldera Birds of a feather flock together

"Let me think about it," Osprey decided to use the time, which Peregrine spent comforting Wildfire, to think, what kind of blessing she could give to the new generation. His approach was very reasonable - you couldn't tell much about, what would become of a kid as young as it was now. What if she wished him or her the wrong thing? Tell a creative soul to become a good warrior? An expert hunter to know the ways of stars? Besides she would have an excuse to come and stop by again. 

It was not an easy task, because the kids had so much already - loving and doting parents, watchful pack members, who would make sure that they would all be safe. What could you wish for those, who had it all? Then again there were those little simple things that worked for everyone. After all you could plant a seed, but you could not tell it, how to grow. It would do it on it's own. "Well... then... for now I wish you all luck in those first steps in life. May it never leave your side," because a little bit of luck was something everyone needed.