Blacktail Deer Plateau You can't take me, I'm free

Bad mood was a relative term. Osprey had grown up, surrounded by loud-mouthed, testosterone fueled guys, who had had occasional brawls and small fights with one another. Anger came, anger went - you simply shook it off and moved forward. By her definition bad mood was something very radical and serious. This did not happen often, therefore she had only two terms to describe, how other people felt - good and not so good.

"Ok then..." Osprey pounced at the opportunity to exploit her brother's generosity in doing, whatever they wanted. "Why don't you tell me the story of how you managed to charm the queen of the forest? From what I have seen from afar and heard from others, she is quite a lady."