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More than a week had passed since Osprey had seen Peregrine and Dante had taken over the Blacktail deer plateau. After the initial turmoil, things had calmed down and the minds of those, who had stayed behind, returned to all of the little problems to be solved in their everyday lives. She had lost all of her anger and disappointment she had felt towards her brother - clearing her den out of the stuff she didn't need had helped a lot - and now all she could feel was a hollow place in her heart, where it once was filled with love and admiration for her best friend in the world.

Osprey missed him and, the more days passed, the stronger the feeling grew to get up on her feet and go looking for him. Apologize, tell him that she still loves him, make sure that things were fine between them once again. One morning, when the feeling had been the most unbearable, she got up and left the plateau to find and follow the path her brother had taken. However, it didn't lead straight to Redhawk Caldera, because she soon found out that she had no idea, where exactly was it located. So she wandered aimlessly, until she caught sight of a familiar figure and a stranger to her at the same time.

Lasher.

It seemed that he also had wandered for quite some time and he probably was tired. As she approached him with light steps and all the while carefully observing him, she wondered, what had happened for him and Peregrine to part ways. More importantly - did he miss him too? "Hey," she greeted quietly the lying figure on the ground, stopping few feet away from him.