Honeyed Pasture Eight seconds left in overdrive

While Mason tried to figure out, what interesting stuff he could tell about the Silvertip mountain, Osprey was thinking exactly the same thing about Donnelaith. All things taken in account - her pack was traditional, family-oriented, calm and uneventful as a lake in the summer evening. There was nothing to impress or scare the youth with. Even if she had known more about the emotional turmoil between the members of the pack's younger generation, names and people involved would not be exciting either. Plus - it wasn't a thing you told a stranger anyway. Even if it appeared quite pleasant and had cute manners. 

"So... Donnelaith is a pack that consists of... well, more than four people and we do the same stuff any other pack does. Try to stay alive and enjoy the life inbetween," Osprey, who was used to telling more colorful stories, was really struggling with this one. "This is pathetic... Do you care to hear the more improved version?"