Blacktail Deer Plateau smells like teen spirit

The young girl's mind drifted off to the days she could call some of her happiest, when she was no bigger than little Osprey Jr. and her mother stuck around more than usual since the boys were not yet big enough to cause trouble for the few time they were awake. Little Amelie enjoyed those days in particular since for her it meant she'd had the warmth and protection from her mother, something she'd desperately long for in the months that would follow.

She continued to hum her happy tune, the one her own mother used to sing when the sunny summer days kissed the sky, making the air thick and the sky cloudles. She hummed softly, until the weight upon her eyelids and the gentle feeling of the grass on her face began to take over her conciousness.

It was only then, when she had finally given into her tiredness and was walking along the thin line between the subconscious, that the sound of approaching paw steps woke her up with a jolt. She jerked her head towards the source of the sound, craning her neck to get a better look.

In front of her a young male, looking as confused as she was, glanced at her uncomfortably, muttering a petty excuse for almost stepping all over her like an old rug. Amelie blinked at him blankly and sniffed curiously as she pulled herself into a seating position, her tail poised over her toes, "Uh..don't worry, it's all good" she shrugged, "Who are you...?" she asked, recognizing immidiately Peregrine's scent, which hinted he was also a member of the Plateu.