Stavanger Bay Well it's too late

The young male did not resist Osprey's display of dominance, so after a bit of pause she removed her forepaw and began nosing through his fur on the scruff and lower neck, having a taste of his smell and then proceeding to exploring his whole body, touching him lightly here and there, all the while enjoying the feeling of having the upper-hand and this sense of power the youth allowed her to have. Surely, despite his age, he could easily overpower the older she-wolf, should he wish so. But he did not, because she could sense a strong desire in him for something that she possessed. 

Curious, she stepped back and studied the fellow for a while, trying to figure out, what was going on in his mind, and then decided that a more simple way of dealing with this was just asking. "What is that you want?" she asked quietly, sliding down to her belly, leaving one fore-paw crooked under her chest, while her hind legs were extended behind her. Osprey waited for his answer, realizing that the more important question was - whether it was something she would be willing to give.