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Behati thought it a very strange way to speak about oneself, being too young to grasp the fun in Osprey's dry humour. But she did understand the reluctance to raid a cache, having shunned them upon first arriving for fear that the pack would judge her a poor hunter. She had not spoken openly about any of this, though, as Osprey did now. "I'll bring you something," she said with an air of finality that suggested she would follow through on that promise whether Osprey liked it or not. It felt like the 'pack' thing to do, and would serve Behati's ego more than it would the older wolf's stomach. The yearling was a poor hunter, and rarely caught anything more impressive than a rabbit - but it felt nice to think that someone would be in her debt.

Osprey continued to sniff at the ground, but Behati found her too interesting to leave be. "Why can't you run? Are you sick? There's a 'healer' or something-" She paused - obviously Osprey already knew this. ".. but I d'no what she could give you to make you run better. Do you think the whole grass and plants thing really works?" She was verging on babbling now.