The Sentinels We're one, but we're not the same

ooc: packmates are welcome to meet Osprey and the puppies are welcome to join too. 

It was almost a week now, since the birth of her children and, if at first Osprey had rarely ever left them for longer than few minutes, then now she dared to stay out for a little longer and stretch her legs. She always stayed in the vicinity of the den and would any of the trio let out so much as a mewl, she would return right back to them. 

Food was still sparse and, though Dante did his best to stay out and bring back, whatever he could find, Osprey had lost a considerable amount of weight in a matter of days. It was not that much clear, when she was in the darkness, curled protectively around her little wards, but there in the sunlight she was a rather pitiful sight to behold - ribs and hip bones and her coat hanging loose on the bones. 

She also got tired easily, therefore after doing her business around the area, she settled down right on the doorstep of her home, closing her eyes and enjoying the sunlight a little.