i scream for you

Osprey had that nudging feeling in her gut that Crete was not entirely honest with her on this. He might not be able to speak, but she knew him since childhood and sometimes could feel those little shifts in mood very keenly. Questioning wouldn't make any point, because it would be a guessing game from her. She would have to make very precise statements to get a clear picture. Was that kind of conversation necessary now? Not really. Besides - they all were allowed to have their own secrets.

Therefore she pretended not to have noticed anything. Instead she offered him a sincere smile and then cast a glance around. "I have a feeling that these could be good hunting grounds," Osprey told and sniffed the air. MO had insisted that each and every of her offspring were good hunters. She had been a diligent student. Two years later - and she could even boast of having that instinct of knowing, which were the best places to hunt. "What dinosaurs have you slayed here?" she asked Crete playfully.