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Sascha has been out more now that he had an osprey he had to take care of. Despite the time he spent on him Sascha still didn't know what to name him. He wasn't even sure if the bird would stay with him after he was better. It was that reason he was trying not to get attached to him. Perhaps he should talk to Val about it and see what she thinks though right now he wanted to take care of something else. Before leaving his room he made sure the injured bird had enough to eat, having caught some mice earlier in the day and leaving it in a nest he made himself. It may not have been made by sticks but it would have to do for now since he was unable to make one himself. Besides, the osprey wasn't showing any signs of discomfort thus far and so he felt he was doing a good job.
With his club strapped to his back and his bag hanging diagonally on him, he headed out the door with a last glimpse of the bird. The scowl on his face was strong due to the fact that he was doing something out of his norm. He wasn't one to search for people. He had spent most of his life trying to avoid others, wanting to hide whenever someone approached him. However, today he was looking for anyone who would relieve his curiosity. Maybe this was his first major step in changing himself. Ruby eyes darted every direction nervously as he walked to the stables where Blitzen was staying and after releasing him he ventured onward with the albino reindeer by his side.
The Ulrich had heard something strange while inadvertently eavesdropping on a conversation two other pack members were having. He didn't stick around to hear the full of it because he was afraid of being caught even if he wasn't purposely listening while uninvited. The conversation had something to do with some fighting or something bad happening in the pack. He felt this could be his chance to prove himself, to better himself. If he could help in some way, any way, that would be good. But first, he needed to know what exactly was going on.