Honeyed Pasture Eight seconds left in overdrive

Osprey had to take all her strenght not to laugh at the young wolf's expression, when she told that Lasher could turn people he did not like in frogs. Just imagine him hearing that from a stranger. She believed, however, that the alpha would take it with a good humor and would probably play the game a bit, before assuring the other party that he had no intentions of doing any kind of magic. Today. 

The tale of Silvertip's leaders was a more modest and truthful one. She vaguely remembered meeting a FitzDutiful once, but whether it was the same wolf, she could not tell. Zaria's name however seemed to reflect her character well. And - she could be mistaken - but the young fellow didn't seem to harbor any warm feelings to the lady either. 

Just as she was about to grant the kid's wish, a familiar someone approached out of nowhere and his harsh words and the way he spoke to her felt like a hard slap in the face. She stared at him with wide eyes for a while, trying to comprehend, what exactly she was being accused of and why, and the only thing she could come up with was: "Usually people start with a greeting." She cast an apologetic glance at the young Silvertip mountain wolf: "I do apologize - this is an old friend of mine Charon." Then she looked up at the furious face and spoke, her tone visibly colder: "In advance - it's nice to meet you too, Charon. And, when I last checked, I was in charge of my own time and when and what I do with it. At the moment I am dealing with a visit of a diplomatic nature. So - if you may - I would like to finish it first and then have time to resolve, whatever problems you seem to be having with me."