As bright as the floodlight

What had seemed to Osprey as mere seconds, while she had closed her eyes, had been been minutes in fact - she had fallen asleep without realizing it. It was quick, superficial sleep, no dreams and part of her still aware of the sounds and smells around her. Yet, when an unfamiliar voice greeted her, it came as a surprise and she woke up with a start, turning her head to see, who it was.

She recognized a pack member - a female wolf with dark brown fur and grey and black markings - one she had seen occasionally, but never approached or spoken to. It was a pity though, to live in the plateau so long and not know every person there, even by name. "Hello," she addressed the she-wolf, while getting to her feet and shaking her coat afterwards. "I don't think that we have met in person - my name is Osprey."