When the sun goes down on me [m]

As Flash went past her, Osprey had a chance to have a better sniff of him as a whole. He wore a common scent that was so usual to pack wolves - it was complex and mixed up from several individual ones. Yet somewhere beneath this invisible cloak lied his own particular smell and she caught a whiff of it. He said something then, but she didn't pay much attention to it, being more interested in finding, what his "true" scent was like.

He asked, what her name was - her eyes found his gaze and briefly locked with it. "Guess!" she said in a teasing voice and a sly smile appeared in her lips. Encouraged by the fact that he didn't mind her previous approach, she came close to him again, this time she carefully sniffed the fur on his neck, here and there nuzzling it, then her muzzle moved upwards, until she stopped at the base of his ear, where the scent was stronger. She breathed it in, letting it fill her nostrils and closed her eyes, while enjoying the pleasant taste it had.