Blacktail Deer Plateau They used to sing about the birds and the bees

Reconnecting with people again was not an easy task to do, but Osprey was making her steps diligently, because she knew that this was the right way to go, if she wanted to move on. It had got easier a bit over the last two days, there were still moments, when she would freeze, her breath catching in her throat, the feeling of fear and sorrow creeping up her limbs, and then... just as fast as it had got hold of her, it would let go too and she would be able to go on with her daily deeds.

With the help of Blue willow's herbs the pain and swelling in her joints had all but gone away. She was able to move around more easily, limping occasionally only. Healthwise she was far from fine, but she was getting on fine. There was no pressure from the rest of the pack and now... hiding her weakness and vulnerability didn't seem that important at all. She could only take pride in the fact that she was tough enough to go on and not feel bad for being useless.

Peregrine's howl was a welcome surprise and made her forget the deer leg she had been chewing on for the last hour. She got to her feet, ready to rush to meet and greet him, but then took a moment to cast a glance at the food item that was lying on the forest floor. It didn't seem wise to leave it there, so she leaned down, picked it up and went to the borders with it in her jaws.

The sight of her brother made her heart both leap in joy and ache knowing, what she was about to tell him in mere moments. She closed the distance between them, put the leg down and went over to nuzzle his fur and offer one sloppy, stinky and bloody, but albeit loving lick accross his face. Her way of saying - I am glad to see you!