Otter Creek Fishing is an art

ooc: this takes place after Crete's disappearance and before Osprey gets sick.

It had come as a bit of unsettling surprise to find out that Crete hadn't returned home for a few days. He usually was round and about with his own business, but never had he been away for so long. Since everyone was involved in taking care of the newborns, no one seemed to notice that he was missing. Except for Osprey, who hadn't joined the joys of babysitting the little ones, because Pied's death was still fresh on her mind.

She left the Plateu to go and look for him. Tracking old scent trails and searching for a slightes waft of his familiar scent, but to no avail. He was nowhere to be found. Yet. Osprey wasn't giving up on him now. It was late morning, when she arrived near a river and spotted a familiar figure there. Blue willow was standing at the banks, with one paw lifted and gaze focused at the water.

Intrigued, Osprey drew closer, until she stood paralell to the black wolf. She looked first down in the water to see, if there was anything interesting there and then lifted her gaze to eye the healer curiously: "What are you doing?"