Stavanger Bay Well it's too late

The wind was blowing and ruffling Osprey's fur, while she stood on the edge of the forest with her muzzle lifted up and sniffing the salty air. The scent of sea-weeds, water and wet sand was strong and only occasionaly would she catch a different smell and be able to read the message that came along with it. She then proceeded walking almost soundlessly accross the sand and approaching the water, stopping only, when the waves were touching her toes. 

There were faint memories of meeting people here - encounters both fruitful and ending in friendships and scary - ones she did not wish to relive ever again. So it was no wonder that she took notice of the stranger nearby the second it appeared and made his way towards her. Osprey tensed, while her mind tried to decide, whether this wolf was going to be a friend or foe - then he came closer and something about his expression did not speak of danger. Rather... an enchantment. 

Every woman is a bit of a witch inside and she unleashed that nature, as she sat down and regarded the young male with a mischievous look, as if asking - what now, when you have come this far?