Blacktail Deer Plateau Atlas hands

ooc: @Dante ? I think that these two wrecks have something common.

The last few days had passed in a haze and, ever since leaving her spot and her dead children behind, Osprey had lost track of time many times. She would know that she had been walking, but later would not remember, how she had got to places. She knew that she had eaten at some point, yet didn't remember when and what. She had seen people of the pack, wished to approach them, but had not been able to bring herself to do that. Not because of fear or pain or not wanting to share her grief. It just felt like there was an invisible wall between herself and the rest of the packmates that she was not able to cross.

Grief came and went in waves. There were moments, when she felt quite alright, almost happy, only to break out in tears and sob later. Back at that day Blue willow and Lasher had been compassionate, yet no one could be in her shoes and feel the depth of her sorrow. It was strange that just weeks ago she had looked at the future in fear and now, when everything was seemingly going to be alright... she just did not care anymore. Success, adventures, learning... everything that had once brought her joy seemed pointless now. Even going away would not be an option, because the sadness had this nasty thing of tagging along. So whether she wallowed in despair here or somewhere else made no difference at all.

It had been today that she had woken up and finally felt a little different. A bit hopeful. She wanted to do something, even though her general state was still very poor. It was a warm spring day and the sun was peeking through the clouds, and there was Osprey, padding through the forest, sniffing tracks, looking for someone. She was finally ready to talk, to seek comfort and there had been a person that once had told her that she could turn to him if anything happened. Or maybe they hadn't been his direct words, most likely twisted in her mind over time, but the idea was still the same.