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Osprey had to stop quite often to rest her feet. She would sit down and at those moments would look down at the swollen and painful joints, quietly wondering, what had happened to them and whether this would pass or whether she would have to seek Blue willow for a cure. Sprained tendons and aching muscles had not been anything she had not experienced before, but this condition had lasted for quite some time now. Yet her stubborness to do everything in her own was still strong, therefore she decided that she could surivive another day. Night, to be precise.

Therefore once the pain lifted just a little bit, she got to her feet and moved onwards, feeling oddly happy and wanting to share this with someone the most. Yet she was at odds with all of the people, who she considered to be friends, and she was not sure, if they would receive this well. It ocurred to her that maybe she could try to mend this, now that she felt slightly better, more like herself again. But any further plans of reconciliaton were cut short, when Osprey realized that she was not alone in the forest and that there was another nightbird up and going, and growling at her.

If you are approached in an assertive manner, you respond with being defensive. Osprey was no different. She turned to look the stranger directly in the eyes and with fur bristled along her spine. She eased a bit, when she recognized one of the newer recruits in the ranks, yet even now she had a stance to keep, therefore, even though her eyes were now looking at the she-wolf kindly, the silver gamma's posture was still dominant. "I am Osprey, the gamma of the plateau," she replied in a level voice. "Who are you?"