what will they be like?

Osprey's decision not to go looking for Atticus had appeared to be set in stone at first, but as the days passed, she didn't feel either relieved or happy. Quite the opposite - the feeling of guilt had grown and didn't give her rest. She avoided Blue willow for now, not wanting to see her sad face and be of no use to comfort, while she herself hadn't come to terms, what to do about the situation. On top of that their last hunt had been another failure in a row and this began to worry her too. Winter was coming, they had no luck and were running out of time.

She was walking through the territories, sniffing the ground and searching for scraps to eat, trying to focus her mind on current issues and stop worrying about the right and wrong things. Noticing a young wolf, sprinting her direction with a freshly caught rabbit in her jaws, seemed like a good opportunity to take her mind off her troubles. Therefore she changed her direction and approached the newcomer. "Hey, who are you?" she called out to the stranger.