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Unlike the other adults, who made a fuss over her every time she saw them, the silver she-wolf withdrew. Osprey Jr.'s feet planted on the ground as she backed away. The pup blinked, her tail waving a little uncertainly now. Her head cocked and her father distracted her by leaning over and nipping at the tip of one black ear.

"Blue Willow doesn't seem to think you're contagious," Peregrine said to Osprey, saddened by his sister's reluctance to interact with her niece. "You're looking better too. I mean, you still look like a moose ran you over..." he quipped softly. "But the yellow's gone. Don't worry, Osprey, everything's going to be okay." It was a blanket statement not only for this particular situation but in regards to her illness overall.

Clicking his tongue, the Alpha male summoned his daughter closer to him with a quiet, "Junior." He hoped that using her title would prevent confusion between the two. The pup, who'd only begun understanding her name and what it meant, flopped nearer to her dad and sat squarely between her forepaws, craning her head around his swarthy leg to keep her blue eyes on the elder Osprey.