The Sentinels They say bad things happen for a reason

Osprey was dozing in the sun, part of her aware of her surroundings and the other one seeing fleeting, colorful and meaningless dreams. Now and then she would wince, when the kids being restless inside, kicked her in the ribs or the bladder, but it would quickly pass. She would sigh, stretch and continue sleeping. 

Aside from some howls around the borders, asking either for the audience with the leaders or an access inside the lands, there had been no calls for her in particular lately. Mostly because her friends lived either far away or here. So, when she was woken up by a very mournful cry that spoke of her name, she got up imediately. 

Yawning and blinking sleep away from her eyes, she ambled towards the source of the sound and much to her surprise she found Mason standing there. "Hey, Mason - Whisper!" she greeted him using both of his names. "You look like you have had a sip from the pool of misery. What's wrong?" she asked.