Heart of steel starts to grow

"Don't know much about therapist, but an adventurer - sure thing," Osprey agreed with a smile, happy for the change of the subject and hoping that this way she would be able to take Dante's mind off the sad and serious things. Redleaf-DiSarinno bunch was a colorful one and you could find all kinds of traits in the offspring of the great pack founders, but there was a certain trait that was common to most of them - the wanderlust. For some the call of the wilds and adventures was stronger, for some - it sparked up now and then. Osprey was a prime example of the latter - whenever the routine got too dull and boring - a day spent exploring the lands beyond the safe boundaries helped her to return to her spirits.

"Well... it depends, what you consider grand," she said, and turned her gaze to the sky above, thinking, what was interesting enough to share. "I found beavers the other day, for example. And got a nasty hit by their tail. It's sure a deadly weapon," she winced, remembering the encounter. "You know what - we could go adventure hunting right here, right now. What do you say?" Osprey sprang to her feet her eyes alight with excitement.