Redhawk Caldera Birds of a feather flock together

Osprey had taken her time to have a rest, unwilling to leave the comfortable spot her brother had offered to her that soon. She also had heard that the puppies had been born a few days later, but, since the nausea had not loosened it's grasp on her completely, she had decided that it was better for her to stay away from the parents and their newborns, until she got better. Inbetween small meals and attempts to keep it down, she had time to think about the promised blessings and, what would her tasks as a fairy godmother were going to be. From what she knew already - there were going to be a lot of aunts and uncles for the kids in the caldera, but she wanted to be someone special.

It was a fine day, when she finally woke up to find herself all well again. No vomiting, no headaches, no sudden weaknesses. She was alright. This also meant two things - it was her time to leave and that she had to meet the kids before that. If she slipped away without a word, Peregrine would never forgive her. Neither would she. Finding the right place was not a hard task, since many footprints - both fresh and old - led in that direction. Osprey grew even more confindent, when she caught scent of Peregrine having been there almost a moment ago. She drew close to the den mouth and leaned her head down so that she could have a look inside.