Kintla Flatlands wrought in stygian visions

Osprey had woken with a start early that morning - she had been sure she had heard the thundering footfalls of many deer go nearby and was quite surprised to find out that everything was quiet in the plateau. Let alone the fading musky and earthy scent of the resident blacktail deer. It meant that they had been nearby, but gone hours before. It took time for her to calm down and eventually leave her bed to wander in the woods.

She had first stopped by Blue willow's den - spending time listening to the sounds that came from there. Nothing seemed out of order, the scents around the den also indicated that no stranger or a dangerous being had ventured here. This was a good sign. After failed hunt in the woods she found herself near the borders - it took only a moment of self-persuasioin and she was off, running off to the wilds.

Osprey didn't get far though, because she noticed a foreign wolf short distance away. She came to a halt and observed the stranger warily.