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"Alright," Osprey nodded, though she was very inclined to push the matter forward and find out more about this curious character. For a moment she considered that he might not be a wolf at all, but a spirit or a ghost or even a minor deity in disguise. That would probably make a lot better explanation than the quite obvious fact that this guy lacked some screws. 

She drew her ears back and wrinkled her muzzle, when some of the cold droplets of water landed on her face, then she sneezed too. "Of what?" Osprey did not understand, what he had meant by "seeing". As far as she was concerned there was an odd wolf, who was swimming in the middle of winter and didn't seem to be bothered by cold.