The Sentinels If you don't care for it

"Deirdre - how lovely," Osprey repeated the girl's name and peered into the darkness of the den-mouth, wondering, if the other girl was around and maybe wanted to join the party outside. Neither sound, nor a smell that would tell of the other's presence came her direction, therefore she shook her head and turned her attention back to the kid, who had happily lied down next to her.

"You can call me Oss for short," she had introduced herself before, but figured that the shorter version of her name would be easier for the kid to remember. "Do you like it?" she asked, nosing the dead animal. Maybe she should open it up so that kid would have something to eat? Did cubs this small even eat for themselves?"