Blacktail Deer Plateau Dirty Paws

The fact that there was an invisible thief raiding their caches was no secret to Osprey either. During her morning patrols she had found more than one dug up food hiding places and this had made her wary. Truth to be told - she had never been a fan of storing food away, she preferred a much safer method - eating it, while it was still fresh. But since she didn't live alone and being part of a pack required responsibilities to be taken, she had adjusted to the common trend. Now - to see that both her and her packmates' hard work was so easily destroyed by someone, who didn't even care to go and hunt for himself (well, quite wise from the perspective of survival), wasn't very pleasant.

As she walked through the forest, returning from her wanderings around the northern borders, she caught sight of another sullen face right besides a dug out cache. Poor fellow... Osprey thought, changed her direction and approached the packmate, who she had seen before, but didn't quite know by name. "Thief again?" she asked, as she came near enough to be seen.