Live, little spotlight

Osprey refrained herself from bursting out in laughter, when she saw the look of disgust in the boy's face. It felt nice to tease others and see their reactions, even if she didn't have the slightest intention of regurgitating her meal, had he expressed such a wish.

"Stavanger bay? I have been there before," she told him, remembering her extended stay at the place because of the injuries she had got from a stampede. Even after this time she felt indebted to the wolves that had helped her there and now she saw an opportunity. Of course, she wasn't going to take him to her pack and feed him from the caches, let alone bring something home. However, she could help him look for herds or hunting opportunities. After all - you always had to take care of your needs first and only then the pack mattered.

"Well... as it happens I am heading to that forest," she beckoned to the dark line of trees in the distance, "even though I can't guarantee herds there, there must be some kind of prey present. You can accompany me and I can help you?" she offered.