Blacktail Deer Plateau i just cannot even

Those five or six minutes were worth it. By the time Osprey reached the conclusion of her story, Bazi's eyes were brimming with tears. She rubbed them away on the inside of her knee, flushing with embarrassment under her bright-white coat. That was a story. That was the world where gods and spirits and every forbidden thing belonged, safely encapsulated in fiction. It was without a doubt the best story she had ever heard, and the first one she had allowed herself to truly enjoy without fear of the repercussions.

"I hope you tell your pack stories," Bazi croaked - a sound that surprised her, and she was quick to clear her throat. "That was the most beautiful story I have ever heard."