what will they be like?

The stranger stopped, put down her prey and turned to face Osprey. It turned out that she was a newcomer (and as fate would have it - another grey wolf), who had a pretty name too. Amber - the stone that had captured the sunlight in it. Osprey had never seen one, but had heard stories about it being the most beautiful and mystical of all things, found on the sea-shore by those, who were lucky enough.

"I am Osprey," she introduced herself and swayed her tail in a friendly manner. The other's joy for a reason Osprey didn't know, was hard to resist. "Have you travelled far to get here?" she asked.