Blacktail Deer Plateau desire in violent overture

Ever since her conversation with Blue willow that had ended with an eye-opening realization of the mess she was into, Osprey had kept to herself and avoided the other packmates. Knowing that her friend knew and most likely didn't approve, knowing that she was so not ready for this and had no idea, what to do, was enough. She didn't want to hear or endure reprimanding or insults or threats or preaching or whatever that others would come up with.

She had considered terminating this unfortunate process, yet she didn't have the courage. Not because she pitied the lives that were not born, she feared dying herself. This seemed to be a too great punishment for the mistake she had made.

Osprey was finishing a meal that consisted of scraps from her own secret caches, when she heard Lasher calling for her. She cringed inside and considered to ignore this for a moment. Pretend that she was not there. But, what use would it be anyway? She would get in even deeper trouble. Better face the worst now than later. Therefore she left her spot and padded carefully through the forest, until the tall form of the beta came into her sight.

There she slowed her pace until coming to a halt several feet away from him, observing and studying his face, yet saying nothing.