Gyrfalcon's Keep can't stop the swag

Not for the first nor last time, Thistle reminded the child strongly of her Aunt Willow. Osprey's nose wrinkled slightly when Thistle suggested she follow in her (and her aunt's) footsteps as a Healer. "Nah," she said, "it's my job to give people boo-boos, not fix them!" She grinned roguishly.

"I'm not sulking," she sulked in reply, then laughed despite herself when the woman's nose touched her neck. She tipped her head out of Thistle's reach, then playfully turned and nipped the other wolf's nose.

As Junior neared her juvenile phase, she became slightly more aware of the people, places and things around her; she was gradually becoming less self-centered. And so she was genuinely curious about her foster mother. "Are you okay? I mean, like... not just right now but... y'know...?" She was a bit young to articulate but she met Thistle's eyes, hoping to convey her intent. She wanted to know how the Healer was doing, how her life in the bay was going.