Deep in the heart of a never-knowing

Osprey recalled that mothers of newly born kids tended to be overly-protective - a good friend could be a vicious beast for weeks. So, while she waited for Willow's response, she reminded herself that the possibility of her best friend possibly going for her throat, shouldn't be taken personally. It would certainly not be pleasant, but she would probably get out of the situation alive and could have a visit (and another try) another day.

However, Blue's welcoming voice was all reassuring she needed to walk in the den without any fear of being ripped apart. The air there was warm and thick of smells. It took a little time to getting used to it, as well as to the darkness, but she quickly caught the sight of Willow and the tiny shapes of puppies. "How are you doing?" Osprey asked, taking the freedom to lie down on the ground.