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Osprey did not take kindly to being disturbed. The elder's growl flushed the grin from Behati's face, and the awkwardly spoken answer did little to soothe the burn of rejection. The younger wolf accepted the apology with a dejected shrug, unsure where to focus her gaze. It settled on Osprey's front paws, making occasional trips up to her green eyes. There was a weariness about her that clung to every hair. "Why are you looking for food in the ground?" she probed before any brain power could be spent on figuring out why Osprey might be digging in the dirt.