Under the light of a 1000 colors

Dante's offer - although kind - only caused anger in her. She had been without a den whole winter, she had spent her nights in freezing temperatures, often not being able to feel her toes in the morning. Her sleep had been restless, because there out in the open she had to always keep an ear and eye open during her sleep to be able to escape, in case something bad came upon her. To be true - she didn't even know, what deep and peaceful sleep meant anymore. There were so many other hurtful things she could have said to him, but didn't. Because he had acted like a friend - even when he should have put his alpha duties first - and she gave him credit for that.

"I have a place to say," she lied with ease. Technically she had - it was not a den though - but still a corner, where she could be far away from the rest of the pack. Somehow enduring disapproval and hostility was easier than the fact that her friends were trying to be noble and pity her. She did not deserve it, nor did she want it. "I will go now," Osprey thought that it was better to end the conversation here, because, what else there was to say. "Don't follow me, please," how ironic it was that she, who had complained about being lonely in the first place, now wanted nothing more than to be away from everyone.