Blacktail Deer Plateau The water there is deeper

Osprey had not dared to return to her children's grave, ever since she had left the place more than two weeks ago. Though now her life had returned more or less to what it had been before, she still could not muster up a courage to go there again. Her mind reasoned that there was no point in doing that either other than making her more upset than she already had been. Souls were that mattered, the bodies that were left behind were nothing but shells. Yet - even with this knowledge, she felt that there was something missing, that she there was an unfinished business.

So on the day, when it felt right and she was sure that she would not break down again, Osprey made her way to the place that had been her home for those long, four weeks until the birth. She didn't feel surprised, when she saw that nothing much had changed there, aside from the fact that she could sense sadness for abandonment and things that could have, but had not happened in the vicinity. As she drew nearer to the place, her heart began to beat faster and her breathing rate elevated, and a tiny voice in the back of her head told her to leave, to run away and not look back.

But Osprey was not a coward - she had been taught to face trouble with head held high, even if it was not easy and she was doomed to a failure. Therefore she proceeded, until she found the half-dug den and then the exact spot, where Blue willow and Lasher had burried the stillborns. There she stopped and sat down, regarding the grave with a thoughful gaze.