Kintla Flatlands to the new age

Osprey was so immersed in her own little world, that she was oblivious of comings and goings of anything that happened outside Blacktail Deer Plateau. She knew that there were other packs in the vicinity, yet had never made any effort to fill her lacking knowledge about them. Pack relations, business and politics were just not her kind of thing. For her - people were the ones that mattered the most and not the pack of their origin. Therefore "Duskfire Glacier" didn't ring a bell to her. It was a nice name, even royal, yet nothing more.

"Really?" she asked him and mustered up the most adorable smile, "I could have sworn that a moment ago you were a spirit, disguised yourself in a form of a tree and... never mind the nonsense," she trailed off and, feeling a little embarrassed, she broke the eye contact and looked down at her paws. Osprey recovered quickly and, while letting her gaze wander through the surroundings, she said: "There are places like these that make one's imagination run wild."