Blacktail Deer Plateau It ain't like midnight and cigarette smoke

As Dante began to tell, how his day had gone, Osprey rested her head on his back, sighed and closed her eyes, while her ears keenly picked up every word and conveyed them to her brain, which - in turn - tried to draw the image of what it could have looked like. Meeting with mouthy squirrels, that probably insulted you in the worst possible way and yet you had no idea, what words they used and why... Maybe not the most exciting and dramatic event of a day that one could have, but the thought was entertaining.

"How is Blue doing? And Mordecai - I heard that he was injured," she wanted him to fill in the gaps in her knowledge about the packmates. She cared for both, but for various reasons had been unable to go, meet and speak with either of them in person. It was a pity. She missed talking with people.