Blacktail Deer Plateau reporting the patterns row by line

There probably were packs that had been here since the very beginning, that there were true natives among the majority of those, who had come here from various parts of the world. On the other hand - did it really matter, where you came from? Osprey considered herself a "native" just as much as anyone else. This was her home now, she loved it and it felt like she had been here all her life and not only the past year. Everything flowed and nothing stood still after all. There was a constant motion and maybe those, who had been born here once, had wandered away to live somewhere else, giving a chance for someone else to settle.

"Intresting, do tell!" Osprey asked him, picking up the rat and resuming her walk, while keeping her ears open to listen, what Mordecai would tell about the land, where he had been born in.