Buried in the silence of a snowstorm

Osprey wasn't left to enjoy her sleep for long. While out in the wilds, eyes maybe closed and the mind was dozing, but ears were always open to, what was happening around her. It always paid off - as in this case. First the rustling sound of approaching light footsteps, which made her wary, eyes fluttered open, as she tried to grasp, what was going on. Then there was a third being approaching, it's steps confident and it having an air of conceit and dominance.

It was the rough and intrusive manner her "sensitive parts" were approached, that sparked a sudden anger in her and made her veer around and snap at the bulky wolf that was standing there. Osprey retreated few steps away from him - her gaze locked at him, fur bristled and teeth bared. She let out a low warning growl both to the big guy and the two that she noticed standing not too far away.