Stavanger Bay Well it's too late

Osprey had not expected to take the boy down so easily - though younger, he was bigger and stronger than her and yet apparently he was so eager to please her, that not only did he fall to the ground, he also stayed there, regarding her with searching eyes, as if asking, what she was about to next. She let her mischievous gaze lock with his for a moment and then she pounced at him like a fox does, when it wants to catch a mouse.  

It was a playful move. She probably could, but she did not want to do him any substantial damage. And since he had been so good to follow her lead, he deserved some sort of a treat - didn't he? So with her forepaws placed on either side of his head, she leaned down to his face and gave some tender kisses first on his chin and then moving upwards to the side of his face, until she reached his temple and the base of his ear - there the touch of her muzzle lingered longer, before she retreated a bit to look the fellow in the eye and see, how had he liked it.