Blacktail Deer Plateau Amalfi

Osprey was tired, therefore, once she closed her eyes, dreams were quick to appear in a form of colorful images and distant sounds. She was not entirely asleep though - half-aware of her surroundings, the gray she-wolf heard someone coming and her eyelids parted just enough to have a glimpse of who it was. The familiar smell, however, was the one that told more than the visual cues. Perry... she thought, lifting her head, blinking lazily and yawning.

Part of her considered telling him that they could meet another time, because now her usual chatty-self was not up for long conversations, but the tone of his voice told that there was an important matter, that couldn't wait until tomorrow. Osprey raised to a sitting position and raised her eyebrows curiously: "What's wrong?"