Blacktail Deer Plateau Black and blue

"Don't overwork yourself," Osprey interjected between the two subjects, reminding Peregrine that, even though he was the leader of the pack, it didn't mean that he had to feed each of his subordinates with a silver spoon. None of them were babies, if you were to be a survivor, you had to think for yourself and not rely on or blame those, who were at the top of the hierarchy. If any of their group weren't able to find alternative ways of how to feed themselves, then it was their fault. If they died because of that, Osprey wouldn't be the one to weep in their funeral. Life was a tough thing and you had to know, how to deal with it.

"Five month old adolescent hardly counts for someone, who can survive on it's own," she said with a tinge of slight disappointment in her voice. The Plateau was losing their youths one by one and with that a future generation too and it was sad that the majority of the pack didn't care. "Anyway... are you planning to have kids with Fox next spring... and Lasher too?" she added Perry's lover's name after a short and awkward pause. Leaving out the other significant fellow of her brother's life had seemed rude.