You found me now and you heard my call

ooc: @Luke - for the reference, Osprey is 6 weeks pregnant, her belly is round and showing, her condition, however, is not good - she has lost weight, her fur is unkempt, she looks very weary and tired.

There had been a lot of things that Osprey had wondered about, but never experienced. However, limping on all four feet had been something she hadn't been able to imagine in her wildest nightmares. The fever that had kept her from going anywhere had released it's grasp on her for a bit, making her feel a bit better and lively, but the pain in her joints, that were still inflamed and swollen, hadn't gone away. Therefore walking together with the extra-weight she carried along was slow, every step she made took effort. Yet, what she needed was more important than giving in the weakness.

She was thirsty and was on the lookout for a puddle or a little creek to drink from. And for stupid reasons and because of her own stubborness she didn't venture inside the plateau to seek out the known sources. She didn't want to meet anyone of the pack, her path therefore led away from her home. Lucky for her - she didn't have to go too far - it had rained recently and, where at the lower parts of the vast flatlands, the water had collected. It was murky and muddy, but in her state she couldn't be very picky about, what she got. Osprey leaned down and drank it greedily, enjoying the ice cold substance.

In a sudden moment of weakness, her feet gave way and she collapsed in the puddle with a muted splash.