Greatwater Lake let sleeping dogs fry

Osprey had felt the need to be on the move again - the pull was strong and this time with little resistance, she let it take her outside plateau's safe confines to face an adventure. Of course, an activity like this without a good reasoning would be irresponsible at her age, especially now, when the pack's needs and priorities with the arrival of children had changed. Therefore, while letting the path lead the way, she kept her nose to the ground, sniffing and seeking for prey both for her own meal and, if lucky, then something to bring back for Willow.

When your mind is busy, time and miles fly, hours later she had walked quite a distance, managed to catch a hare, eat most of it and bring it to the shores of a nearby lake. She was thirsty and eating snow didn't help much to satsify it. It was then that she noticed that she was not alone here. Had it been a fully grown up wolf, she wouldn't have taken notice. But this body belonged to an adolescent and Osprey, who viewed all half-yearlings as kids, felt a natural pull to find out, why was he or she alone and not with a pack, where it belonged. "Hey!" she called out to the young wolf, trying to draw it's attention to her.