Blacktail Deer Plateau reporting the patterns row by line

Part of Osprey hoped that Mordecai would remember and provide her with more details. A sight of scales, fins, even a vague shadow would have worked to make a network of possible guesses. Unfortunately, her companion had only a rumor to offer with no valid proof of whether it was right or not. Going to the lake and having another look was out of question. It was highly unlikely that the Ouroborous wolves would allow access for Osprey to have her quench her curiousity. Even less - that Mordecai an ex-member would be welcomed back with open arms.

"I am sorry, but it's very hard to tell. I would have to see the place myself to make some initial assumptions, but it's not possible, is it?" this was more of a rethorical question. While talking they had arrived to a certain spot in the plateau, where there lied many uprooted trees and there were some, which were broken in half, leaving tall, lifeless and moss covered stumps behind. This was a doing of a storm that had made the mess many months ago. At one particularly big uprooted tree, there was a big pit of sand, and a little lower lied a puddle of stale water that stank.

"We are here," she told Mordecai, having a quick look around. "The home design by trolls. What do you think?"