Blacktail Deer Plateau i just cannot even

I'm used to fifty packs crowding each other - old habits die hard. Seahawk valley had been a decently crowded place, because you couldn't pass a meadow or forest without catching a sight of another wolf. But fifty? That was a bizarre number even for Osprey, who knew more numbers than the rest of the average folk. She leaned to scratch the side of her neck, then staightened herself and shook her coat.

Her remark had made the young wolf uneasy, even though this hadn't been Osprey's intention. They had just met and now the lass was planning to sneak away after having, what it seemed a fraction of conversation. "Leaving so soon?" Osprey asked, feeling a bit surprised by the sudden decision. "If you travelled so far - make your journey worthwhile at least," that would be just the thing she would do, had she walked a distance that long.

"I am fond of stories, therefore you have to tell at least one, before you go," she politely requested.