Kintla Flatlands wrought in stygian visions

Osprey didn't follow though. She remained at her spot, watching the other woman go with a furrowed brow. It was hard to put a paw on, but there was something suspicious about this foreigner. Therefore only, when the dark wolf was merely a tiny, moving dot in the scenery, she averted her gaze and padded back to the plateau. There was a reason to feel smug in a way - she had rarely had a chance to fulfill a true guard's function, more often being away from the lands than residing within their borders. This gave her a feeling of a job "well-done" and lifted her mood a bit.

ooc: thanks for the thread!