I dream of Polar night

"I guess you are right," Osprey admitted, surprised by the keenness of the child. For she had stayed here long enough to lose the specific scent of the plateau and merge with the common scent of the bay. Even if she didn't feel like it, she had become part of this pack in a way. It was a pity that rather than getting to know the people, who lived here, better, she had kept to herself, feeling sad and alone.

"It's hard to explain, but I have this..." she briefly looked up, trying to think of a way to express her irrational fear better. "... this invisible wall I can't cross. I am too afraid." Osprey finished and, since she didn't want to be questioned on this any further, she tossed a question to the kid: "Is there anything you are afraid of?"