Kintla Flatlands wrought in stygian visions

When Osprey had warned the dark she-wolf, her intention hadn't been to make her feel dumb or slighted in any way. She had simply stated a blunt fact, just in case the other had had the slightest idea to trespass. Or raid caches - they had had one thief that had stolen plenty from the food reserves - enough not to tolerate another. "That's good," she nodded and attempted to smile at the wolf to tell her that all was well, but it soon faded, since it was hard to keep an upbeat posture, if the other one clearly wasn't interested.

"To the North side then?" Osprey grasped at the last piece of information she could weave in a conversation, but she was giving up on this case entirely and was ready to let the stranger go, wherever she wanted.

ooc: wow - I never knew that there were so many characters that liked him. Makes me feel honored and special!