Kintla Flatlands Unconditional

"Calm down, silly," Osprey bumped her head lightly against Peregrine's neck. There was a level of acceptable worry, but, when it got beyond that... it was a little funny in a twisted way, but gave her rush of fresh enthusiasm, which was a very welcome change. "You speak of me, as if I was lying in my grave already," some graveyard humor probably was not the right choice for this moment. "I look awful and sometimes feel... far from well," she decided to put things milder than they were, "but I can't run around as I used to with the extra burden I have to take everywhere with me. I am tired - yes, but at the moment... there is nothing more to it." He, who had his wife pregnant not that long time ago, had to at least have an idea, how it was.

She positioned herself then so to have her head rest on his back and closed her eyes. "I have not been able to be outside the pack borders too often," she spoke then, "so - do me a favor - go on with the story. The part about people caring for one rag doll of a wolf named Osprey was really nice. What's else there for the dragon to see?"