Blacktail Deer Plateau Will it take easier on you now

lasher had no issue with osprey's departure or her return. while curious what had become of her, the death of the girl named for her aunt had instilled in him a simple gratitude that the older of the ospreys had not also met death. moving beneath the fir, he settled himself along the greyscale woman, the edges of their pelts briefly touching, though he sought to allow osprey the space she perhaps wished within the limitations of their shared shelter.

"i am glad you have returned. i know that willow is, also." he wondered if she had met any of the mayfair brood, but decided that she had not, for he would have heard of such. osprey had been an ashen shadow gilding the edges of their land -- he would not press her for interaction.