Blacktail Deer Plateau desire in violent overture

Seeking out her brother had been an option Osprey had not even considered, because, what could he possibly do? Be a shoulder to cry on, listen to her with empathy, offer a place in his pack? Then what - would everything be alright from that point on? No. He was a busy family man, who also had to manage quite big pack. There were people among his ranks that deserved to have offspring. The last thing she would have want to jeopardize Peregrine's status in the caldera. She was not sure that she even wanted him to know the mess she had got into.

"Thanks, Lasher," she called out to the retreating form of the beta male. It was evident that he was not entirely satisfied with the outcome of the conversation, neither was she, but at this moment it was probably for the best to both of them. Osprey looked down at the marmot, contemplated for a while and then, deciding that it would be a waste of a good thing to just leave it there, she went over, picked it up and began to carry away to her sleeping spot.