Kintla Flatlands wrought in stygian visions

It didn't seem like the stranger had taken any notice of Osprey being nearby. Either because it really hadn't seen her or had decided to ignore her. Which was good and not so much at the same time. She felt a natural spark of distrust for this person and growing dislike too. The dark wolf wasn't trespassing the plateau's borders, but it was getting too close to the them for her liking, therefore she left her spot and began to follow the wolf in a quick pace eager to catch up with it.

"Oy, you!" she called, when she was within the hearing distance.