Stavanger Bay all change

At some point, Osprey would get around to missing her parents and siblings and pine for the plateau and all she'd left behind. That moment was still a ways away for the young puppy. These new lands, these new wolves, this new life... it all kept her rather preoccupied. Even when the time came when she began to yearn for home, she probably wouldn't be able to help Ragnar and Thistle locate her family. She was like a four-year-old accidentally stranded a few states away from home, with no idea of her address and nothing but the names Mom and Dad as clues.

While her parents and family hunted tirelessly for her many miles away, the young girl lazily wandered around the bay's territory, enjoying all the news sights and smells. Occasionally, she squatted to leave her pungent mark on the land, declaring herself as a member of this pack. She didn't understand the ramifications of her actions, nor did she truly understand that by declaring herself a member of Stavanger Bay, she was essentially disowning the plateau. How could Osprey know that she couldn't be a part of two packs at the same time?

Ragnar's deep howl caught her as Junior bent down to sniff at a cluster of wildflowers. Her huge ears quivered, then she began to gallop in the direction of the sound, heeding his call just as she would have her father's. Her over-sized paws quickly carried her to the Alpha male's position. When she approached, the ducked her head and let her tail go limp, its tip wiggling. As much attitude as she could cop, she knew how dominance/submission dynamics worked and was happy to give deference to the white male.

"Whassup, pup?" she asked him (echoing another phrase borrowed from Uncle Atticus), still crouched, eyes lifting briefly to look at his scarred face with bright, open curiosity.