Stavanger Bay Well it's too late

He was an honest fellow and straightforward too - Osprey accepted his answer with a mischievous expression, but took her time to tell him, what he wanted to know, or whether to reply at all. It was not too common for her to be in charge and the sense of power over something or someone was exciting. She looked at him from head to toe again and casting her glance upwards then, thinking. The male beheld a certain charm and she could not deny that she was impressed by what she saw. And the innocence was adorable. Yet unlike the way the she-wolf felt about most of the young wolves around her - a motherly care and need to protect them - she found she liked him as an individual. 

So all in all - was there really much room for thinking? A freedom and courage given once a year to go out in the world and take, whatever it offered. Who knew - perhaps this was the last year too. And with this thought in mind she got to her feet, stretched, approached the young wolf so close that their muzzles over touched and said quietly: "Come away with me." With that she turned around and ran - whether the young one decided to follow, was up to him.