Blacktail Deer Plateau wild country

"No," Osprey answered reluctantly, loathing the appearance of weakness in Dante's eyes. "They outnumbered me. They played dirty," she added with a lash of her tail. "I'm named after a bird, y'know. I hate it! I'm gonna tell everybody to call me 'Junior' all the time," the youth told him. For the most part, everybody already called her largely by this nickname, yet going forward, the youngster would emphasize her personal preference and channel her grandmother's impatient distaste for any other variations. It didn't occur to her that she might offend her namesake aunt in the process, though perhaps Osprey Sr. would be relieved to cut down on possible confusion this way.

"My dad was just here," Junior reported, rubbing absently at her right eye. "He woke me up. I went and visited the bay today, so I was wiped out and sleeping here." She paused, then wondered, "Can I come with you? I'm not tired anymore." Junior took a step toward the handsome Gamma. "I thought you were a Warrior, not a Warden," she observed, unaware that the two trades were not actually mutually exclusive.