Chimney

Osprey couldn't boast of having a perfect memory, but she didn't remember herself being small. For her the world had been very big during her first days and then it had gradually shrunk to the current size. She had tried to imagine herself being anything like the bundles of fluff and joy Perry's kid had been just few months ago, but couldn't. For some reason it felt like she had always been like this - grown up.

"A gamekeeper," she knew this and that about the trade, but had never taken much interest in it. She was a self-sufficient hunter, a good one and her mom March Owl had made sure that all of her children knew the absolute minimum of knowledge to survive on their own. So - gamekeeper - was a very pack-oriented profession. "Not much - my mind is in the clouds more often than not - I wouldn't fit well in a serious position like this," which was true. She often found that imaginary things were more exciting than the real world she lived in.