Under the covers

It was true that over the past four or five weeks Osprey had been away from the plateau more than she had been within it's borders. Unlike other pack members she sought freedom and lately, even though she contributed to the greater good for them (attended pack hunts, guarded the borders occasionally and refilled some of the caches), she began wondering, whether she would become a lone wolf in the end. Since she preferred to have her life on the move rather than staying in one place for very long. On the other hand, however, it was nice to have a place, where she could always return to.

Seeing Blue emerge from the den and come to greet her, made her heart swell with happiness. She returned the greeting, by nuzzling the soft fur on her friend's neck and then said: "Well, I have been around here more often than you have noticed." Which was true - she had not spoken to her ever since their last conversation, but she had been around to keep a watchful eye on the new family and plateau's future. But she hadn't come here to have small talk, therefore she retreated few steps away and gave the healer an earnest look: "Blue - let's say, that I - theoretically - messed up few weeks ago. If you have a good look at me... Am I in trouble?"