You found me now and you heard my call

"Injuries?" Osprey repeated, tilting her head slightly to the side, looking at Luke, expecting him to tell more. On the other hand she felt a pang of shame and guilt for being so involved in her own troubles that she had not noticed, not even sought the man out to find out, what had happened and how he was doing. Of course, due to herself not feeling well, she could be excused, but still. Mordecai was a friend - or so she thought after their last encounter, when they had invented so many great things for the plateau. It seemed like ages ago... the ghosts, the monsters, the spirit that guarded their home.

It was also sad that she had found out about this from a random stranger, no one had bothered to come and tell her. Not that she thought it was not her fault - she had clearly stated that she wanted to be alone and her wish was granted. Should she ask Luke, what had happened to the man? That would seem very odd, it would also tell a great deal about the pack's relationships altogether. That were "great" at the moment. "Poor fellow," she said eventually and reminded herself to find him later to mend at least this mistake.

"What has been your biggest catch?" she asked, her tone playful. "Ever caught a mermaid or a sea-serpent?" Fishermen and hunters were two groups of people that told the greatest tales about fantastic things that had happened to them in real life, while no one had been around.