Blacktail Deer Plateau Bufferzone

After Burke had told her to be careful in so many elaborate words, Osprey looked at him through narrowed eyes. She didn't like that people told her, what to do, especially, when she was in a vulnerable state like now, very much aware of, what was going on. It was an open wound, blood oozing from it slowly and he had made the mistake of poking it and making her flinch. What did he care, if she died? Death was a personal matter, after all, and if one decided to ride that road, then others should stay away and mind their own business. It was a good time she drew a line between them again. "I will take care of my skin - thank you," she told him eventually, finding the nicest way of saying "back off" and getting to her feet to stretch.

"Yeah, I would just hate to see you eaten by my packmates," she said with a toothy grin, as if the prospect of seeing this guy mauled a bit by a bunch of angry wolves was not entirely unattractive. He could use a good nip on the butt for being too self-confident around her. Not that she wished him harm, but she had to keep up the appearance and now she felt good (and a little insulted) enough to do that. Her gait was a little odd and strained because limping on all four is not that easy to do, but she ignored that, as well as the pain that was going like a current through her limbs and body. "Burke," she said after a while. "Don't do that again. I warned you before and I warn you now - don't cross the line."