Blacktail Deer Plateau By the beat of my heart

ooc: I am sorry I reply so late to this. All kinds of stuff keep happening to me and don't leave me much time for writing. I will set this few days after Osprey returned (a week ago or so).

Hearing about Atticus' accident was one thing, imagining, what it could be like was the other, but actually seeing him came like a shock to Osprey. Her brother looked like himself and yet his empty gaze, his unresponsive state gave an impression that he was far away from them. Out of reach and no amount of talking to him could snap him out of this odd sleep. After this one meeting she had not returned to him - she hated to admit it, but she was afraid and didn't know, how to act around him. Now - more than ever - she wished that either March Owl or Aether were there to aid her and tell, what was the right thing to do. Because she had no clue.

Osprey had taken advantage of the early morning hours and hunted, while the most of plateau inhabitants were asleep, now she was returning to her den to have a well-deserved nap. However, when she sensed the presence of another morning-dweller, she took a loop in her path and went straight to meet the other person. She slowed her step, when she recognized, who it was, and felt both uncertainty and guilt grasping her heart with icy fingers. Blue willow had a lot on her plate right now and Osprey was not certain, how to approach and talk to her. "Hey!" she greeted the she-wolf in a soft voice. "How are you doing?" she asked with all concern a friend should feel for a friend reflecting on her facial features.