Stavanger Bay Well it's too late

It was odd, how one moment you could feel an overwhelming lust that swept away any and all remnants of rational reasoning in one's mind and then in the next you would feel despair for making a mistake. You could compare it to the pleasure an adrenaline rush brings, when swimming downstream fast and, how it all changes to the sheer terror, when realizing that the river goes over a steep cliff and you are plunging down to your death head-first. The longer she stood there with the young man near her, asking questions he had a right to get an answer to, the more unbearable it was. The sense of guilt for involving an innocent into something that she herself did not yet understand. 

She took her time to find the right words and eventually she turned to face him once again with a sad smile playing in her lips and she said: "There was no love." So very few words, but so much she wanted to tell. "Don't blame yourself," Osprey reached for one final touch on the side of the young man's muzzle. And then she moved passed him, out of the water and accross the beach running in a brisk trot towards her home and having an air of a person that did not want to be followed. 

ooc: last post from me. Thank you for the thread! And if you wish, they can meet each other at some point later. They don't live that far off.