Stavanger Bay There's no season like deer season

None of the wolves took it upon themselves to answer her rude question (not that she knew it was such). Osprey's nose wrinkled again, though her expression smoothed somewhat when Thistle arrived beside her. "Hey!" she said loudly even as everyone began to move. "What's that smell?" she asked her guardian, speaking now in a loud whisper. "And what's a pump?" she added absentmindedly as she broke into a lope, trying to keep pace with the group as it headed toward the herd.

Yet as they fanned out across the beach, Osprey Jr. fell back and stood still, head arched and ears erect as she paid close attention to what was happening. The adults moved so swiftly and gracefully. The youth whined under her breath, twitching eagerly as she found herself yearning to join them. The sight of the fleeing deer was especially enticing, causing her to break into a jog again, though she showed that same atypical discipline and restraint and hung back. Junior knew instinctively that she had no place yet in the hunting party.