Redhawk Caldera Have you come here for forgiveness

@Peregrine - reply, when you have time. It has been nine long months!

It was evening of the fifth day, when Osprey finally had reached her destination. Tired and hungry, yet the moment of glory, when she saw the familiar area and the knowledge that her brother might be within figurative arm's length, made every mile and difficulties that had come along the way, worth it. Though eager to draw nearer and call for the one person she had come to meet, the memory of her last ill-fated visit was still vivid. You just don't forget a threat of getting killed that easily - no matter the time and change of circumstances. Therefore she spent the first half an hour lying in the grass, resting and trying to come up with a good line to start the conversation with, in case: A) she met her brother in person; B) if she ran accross someone else and had to convince them that she cam in peace and had no interest in harming anyone. 

Yet for a person, whose life revolved around stories, it was not that easy to come up with the right words. So eventually, when it felt that she was more likely to run away than to come up with things to say, she simply got up and against her better instincts drew nearer and nearer to the borders. Until her courage left her entirely several feet away, she stopped, lifted her muzzle and howled for Peregrine.