Blacktail Deer Plateau Bufferzone

Burke was flirting with her, which was nice in a way and appealed to her pride, and at the same time it felt a bit out of place too. Osprey had learned about this guy quite a lot, yet - the more she learned, the more questions she had, the less sure she was. Had she been younger, she would not have been this distrustful, but her experience told that there were very few good things in life that were the way they appeared at first glance. Keep him at arm's length. She reminded herself and, as she turned her gaze back to look at him, her eyes met his for a moment. Somehow she found it hard to look at them for long, having a feeling that they pierced right through her, therefore she broke the momentary contact to focus at some point at his forehead.

"You should have learned by now that hags rarely give blessings and choose hexes and curses more often. If you asked a hag to make you smarter, she would most likely turn you into a frog or a tree," either a low creature with little capacity of intellect or a living being that could only watch and feel as the time and life went by, but never be able to tell this to others. "Well then, I will have to stick with the scent," she shrugged. If he was not going to say the name, then so be it. She was not going to beg either.