Blacktail Deer Plateau jigglypuff

A week at home and still Osprey had made very little progress in establishing herself in the pack again. There were conflicting emotions - because during the months of solitude she had wished nothing more than to return home, to her friends and family... and if she was very honest with herself then out of them all she had missed Dante the most. Now that she had achieved that - she did not know, how to approach people anymore. Without fear of rejection, without wish to run and hide, while talking to them. 

Rather than seeing, she had felt scents of a new wolves too and it was another unsettling factor, for one thing was making amends with old friends. It was entirely different - making new ones. And, what had not been a problem for her before, now had become a major obstacle. She wished dearly that she could return to that exact time and moment, when things had not changed that much. The knowledge that it was not possible - did not help much. 

She was walking through the forest slowly, sniffing and listening for the small critters. While incapable of hunting large game, she could provide for herself this way. Osprey was so focused, that she did not notice the young she-wolf nearby.