Buried in the silence of a snowstorm

When the gray beast growled back at Osprey, she felt fear for a moment. Up until now she had been falsely convinced that she was the in charge of this lovegame. That she could approach anyone she liked and that she could tell them "off", if she so desired. Like in this case - even though in terms of "procreating" the male was a good candidate and would get an A+ in the nature's list of suitable bachelors, she didn't like him. And not because of his bold and brash approach, there was more and she didn't care to analyze it. Now she got a feeling that she didn't have all of the cards in her paws and, who knows, how it would have turned out, if not for the two bystanders that charged at and attacked the beast.

Osprey took several steps to be as far as possible from the "fight scene" and yet she was oddly mesmerized by the sight. Therefore she remained as a quiet and curious observer, eager to see, how this all would turn out.