Blacktail Deer Plateau Long may she reign

The recent changes in the pack had left Osprey a little unsettled and at loss of what to do. Two injured wolves, one healer, who had to spend her time with them and then the rest of the people, who had to dedicate their time to feed the trio and not let them starve to death. Along with that the thief that constantly raided the caches had still not be caught, so there was little point in catching and storing anything. This would be a tough winter, if it continued like this.

Since her old den had almost collapsed on her, Osprey had found a new one, which lied not that far from Blue's. Not that they could meet each other face to face every morning or yell over den mouths, but enough for the hunter to hear them and always have a "watchful" ear to keep tabs on them. After a long day, she usually was very tired and fell asleep imediately, but this night was different. She was having nightmares and woke every other moment just to fall back to a fragile sleep.

Eventually she gave up and crawled out of her den to have some fresh air and this was just the moment, when she caught sight of someone emerging and moving away from Blue's den. Osprey froze and blinked few times, trying to decide, whether she had been seeing things or not. After a brief period of time another one limped outside. This time Osprey followed quietly. They were moving to the edge of the plateau - that much she could tell. Then the sound of a loud voice, talking total nonesense rang through the air. She quickened her pace and arrived just in time to see, how one dark figure grabbed the other by scruff and pulled it away from danger.

Before she even had a chance to say something, Dante appeared out of nowhere and assesed the situation. "Are you alright?" she asked, addressing this to the two she-wolves, while approaching the friendly trio.