Blacktail Deer Plateau somebody like me

Osprey had expected more flak after returning, more "I told you so!"s. Instead, everyone seemed to receive her rather warmly, which made Junior realize a) what a huge mistake she'd made in leaving in the first place and b) what a monumentally great idea it had been to come home. She belonged here, among these wolves.

"Watcha doing?" the youth inquired as she slunk up to her aunt. "You've got something —" she began, then craned her neck to blow a bit of dust off the top of her aunt's head. Only as she did so did she realize that Osprey had shrunk or, more likely, her aunt was right on the money. "Guess I did," she agreed with a lazy grin.