Cosmic Hot Interstellar Plasma

Osprey had never been one of those wolves, who was career or rank-driven. She had been rather comfortable always being somewhere in the middle tiers and the only thing that she expected was that the younger wolves respected the elders no matter the rank. Because there was one thing your high rank couldn't offer you, if you raised to it too quickly - it was experience. Therefore she met the young wolf with a smile and confidence. She did break the distance between them to have a good sniff at him and thus remember his scent forever, but this didn't take too long. Soon she had retreated and tilted her head to the side, listening, what the fellow had to say.

"Me? No, not at this moment," she replied truthfully. She rarely needed any help at all. "Is there anything I could do for you?" Osprey asked a question, deciding that she must be a dutiful pack-mate.