Blacktail Deer Plateau Strong enough to hold you through the winter

Osprey had been sound asleep, when the call for a meeting woke her up. The spot she had found had been very nice - the soft bed of moss and leaves, the old grass towering over her and the late autumn sun peeking through the crowns of the trees - and for a change she had had nice dreams too. So it was a bit of a challenge to get up and going, because - even though she had a fair idea, what this was going to be about - not showing up would be a bad example. 

It was not surprising that she was the last to arrive. She slowed her pace, when she neared the wolves that had gathered and rather than trying to weave through them to get closer to Dante and Lasher, she settled down behind everyone else.