You found me now and you heard my call

"I..." Osprey stopped half-way, thinking, what she was about to say. I don't need help? She was not the tough and strong wolf she had been before anymore. It was a very sad fact that she could manage only the simplest things by herself and exist. This incident, where her feet had failed her, was another step down the path of falling apart alltogether. She could, of course, crawl back to the plateau, since it was not that far away, and get there by the end of tomorrow, if all was really bad, but then again - what if she could not move anymore? What if she could not call for anyone to help her?

"Yeah, sure, it's not that far anyway," she got to her feet, arched her back and then stretched her paws - first the fore ones and then the hind. She felt prickling pain in each one of them, but otherwise it seemed tha they would carry her home. "It's there," she beckoned towards the forest and began to walk slowly. "Which ghosts of the three you want to hear about? The first, the second or the third? There is a distinct possibility of a fourth one too," she let Luke choose.