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People - especially grown ups - were sometimes very keen on having a fresh start in their lives. Usually at the beginning of the week and by the end all the good intentions were forgotten and cast aside and you were the same you were before. For a real change to happen time is needed and sometimes it can happen as a result of a very strong emotional event. It was a little over a week, since Osprey had left the place her children now lied and never returned. She didn't remember much from the first horrible days and now in the aftermath of the storm, when the worst was over, she was fine and felt her old self gradually returning. And yet... she knew that she was not entirely the same. Nor would she ever be.

This newfound trust in her friends and letting go some of the oh-so-valued independence was there to stay, because they had been there for her, when she had needed them the most. She would go out in the world again to explore, because it was in her nature, but she knew that this would not happen any time soon. For she had realized that sometimes rather than going for the stars and the moon, what you had to do, was to stay on the ground and try to really see, what you had around you. Of course, when Osprey asked this favor from Dante, she didn't think much about all of the "why"s and "how"s, she wanted to have him near, to have someone to share the tales of her daily adventures with and quite simply... it felt nice and safe to have someone alive and living by her side.

He agreed almost imediately and she beamed at him. "Well... that's great, but you do realize that you have given the devil your little finger now..." and that it will take you whole, she added mentally, quoting an old proverb. This, of course, was just teasing and didn't mean that - in case - Dante found someone else to share his life with (a mate, perhaps), Osprey would insist on keeping her rights. She was a grown up and soon to be old wolf, she knew the boundaries. "So... how bad is it?" she asked, letting her gaze rest on his wounds briefly and then moving back to look at his face.