Blacktail Deer Plateau With Baited Breath I scream for joy

As Blue willow's day of giving birth to her kids drew closer, Osprey was reminded of how she had not been present, when her brother's kids had arrived in this world. She had been sick, she had been unhappy and - in truth - she had not wanted to see their happiness overshadow the fact that Crete had disappeared without a sign. No one seemed to worry about him. But those feelings were left for the past - it was the present that mattered. Her friendship with Willow had remained and Osprey was determined to keep it that way. She had promised to be there for the birth of the kids.

Therefore she had not wandered anywhere far from the plateau during the last two weeks, keeping tabs of her friend from distance and waiting for the call. And today - as she had laid down to chew on an old bone, where the only tasty thing that was left were scraps of bone marrow - it came. Not once, but twice - first it was Willow's melodic voice and then came Lasher's proud one. She got to her feet immediately and made her way to the den quickly, slowing her step only, when Lasher's and Dante's familiar forms came into the view.

She approached the two, keeping herself calm and collected, respectful, yet the happy glint in her eyes gave away the excitement she felt. "What are the news?" she asked Lasher, having not heard him inform Dante before.