Blacktail Deer Plateau Bufferzone

What Osprey found relieving and almost funny was that Burke didn't even try to change her mind about eating. He picked up his gift, settled down and began eating, having little to no scruples about being impolite or rendering her from eating the meat later. Who would have thought that right now, when she had reached the rock bottom, she would find something worth smiling. The expression of mild amusement was a fleeting one - it was there for a brief moment, breaking through the veil of depression, only to be smothered back again.

"I am not," had things been a bit different, Osprey would have found a better answer for this. Something more witty, like a dart she could throw back at him and enjoy him being pinched. But she had no muse or strength for that. And instead of asking a lot of questions about her situation and private matters - she could read in his face that he was very, very curious - he offered her to continue the story. To distract her from the present. What had their story been about... she furrowed her brow, trying to remember the details, but it had happened such a long time ago and so much had happened inbetween that she could only recall there being two beasts with funny names.

"Where did we left?" she asked, hoping that Burke would shed some light on the topic.