Stavanger Bay Well it's too late

It was almost like a year ago, when Osprey had been wooed by a handsome young male she had met in the wilds during prime of her heat. She didn't recall his name or looks, only the bitter feeling that she had been rejected by someone else and that she desperately wanted to forget the embarrassment. Had it helped - not really, only caused more trouble. So, what was she looking for this time?

The young male moved on, mounted her and did, what he had to do, and Osprey complied, patiently letting him reach his peak and have a release, while her mind was miles away. It had been so easy to tell herself to give into the moment, to show affection to the stranger and seduce him, making him and her believe that this was, how she had wanted things to end. In a way nature had succeeded in using all the tools to bring two strong individuals together and yet... 

Why rather than feeling pleasure, being with this man to the end, even a bit of smugness for the accomplishment, there was sadness? Growing and spreading, making every thought and action done before trivial. The momentary, superficial love - pointless and silly. He moved to stand next to her and gave a kiss, she didn't respond at first, but turned to look at him, her eyes searching his face and when they did not seem to find, what they had been looking for, she sighed and went towards the ocean shore, going knee deep with her gaze fixed at the horizon. 

ooc: unexpected from Osprey, this means that I might change the ending. One more post from you and me?