Sheepeater Cliff i wish that i could be like the cool kids

I called him an asshole... a gaping asshole. When Osprey heard this, she almost lost it. It was hard to keep her expression serious and worried (because the wolf was delirious and kept addressing her as two wolves instead of one), when someone was so open about the foul words used to describe her brother. Had it been a different situation, she would have told the person to keep it's mouth shut, but at this moment... this was almost hilarious.

"Believe me, he has heard worse," she told her to make her feel a tiny bit better, even though she didn't deserve it. It didn't seem, however, that this mattered much to the wolf, who despite it's state made it's way to the goat and stood above it, trying to focus her gaze at the creature's neck and rambling something incoherent again. "Hey, I can do that for you," Osprey volunteered, when she came to stand by the dark she-wolf's side. She looked down at the animal, who was moaning pitifully. It's specific scent tickled her nostrils and, when she felt her stomach churn, she realized, what she had applied for.