Blacktail Deer Plateau One

Osprey did not think that Dante had failed them as a leader. He had been a very good one for a little over than a year. He lacked lacked faith in himself though and a good and confident mate could have fixed that. She did not think that Lasher would have ever climbed that high, had he not had Blue willow. Love and children gave purpose in life. Aspirations even.

"Well, I see the first white hair here and there," she said, pretending to study his muzzle and area of the head carefully, while a smile was tugging at the corners of her lips, thinking about the irony in the very sentence. "You will be an old and scraggly man soon - last chance to enjoy the life to the fullest, before morning stiffness and grumpiness catch you," she said with a wry smile. "Believe me - it is no fun."