The Sentinels And you want me to go without

Osprey stopped wallowing in the snow and, while still on her back, looked up to the sky, let her gaze travel through the clouds and then eventually find the sun. She squinted at the bright light, enjoying the sight of the various colorful shapes and forms behind her closed lids. A meaningless action, yet oddly amusing. 

With another wave of girlish giggles coming from her lips, she rolled on her belly and stretched out as far as she could in the snow. It was another wonderful feeling, even if her injured foot was aching. She would have engaged more in this kind of time-killing exercises, had she not heard the sound of distant footfalls. They were pretty far off still, but made her alert. With ears perked up and head turned towards the source of the sound, she waited to see, who it was.