Northern Lights

ooc: backdated to the end of November/beginning of December

Osprey, who had always lived surrounded by several wolves, all of whom were either good friends and family members, had never known the term "being lonely in the crowd". It had been impossible, but now the loneliness she felt had become more acute than ever. Not only did she miss her friends at the plateau, she found it hard to find her place in this pack - even if it was meant for a very brief period of time. It was hard for her to connect with these wolves and she never attempted to do that. The feeling of guilt for burdening them with her presence forbade her to approach them.

She awoke one night with a start, feeling sure that she had heard familiar and cheerful voices speaking. It probably was an aftermath of dream she had forgotten the moment her eyes had snapped open, but the hope that swelled in her chest like a balloon made her believe that maybe there was a friend or two waiting outside. Osprey raised to her feet and got out of her den, standing still and listening carefully. Silence. Nothing. She let out a low and disappointed whimper and, when she was about to turn around and go back, she heard the voices echoing in the forest again. This time she decided to follow them in a steady trot, the thoughts in her mind shifting from "what if" and "it can't be".