Stavanger Bay ocean avenue

Although she knew that he was only playing, Osprey Jr. arched her head and puffed out her chest when Surra bowed to her, her soaking tail curling proudly over her back. Remembering her manners, she answered, "Nice t'meetcha, Mr. Pretty Surra," and grinned impishly at him before her pink tongue lolled from her her mouth, flopping to the side in a gentle pant.

He explained that the water was salty. "What's that?" she blurted without thinking, then lapsed into silence as he described what he meant. "Is salt a, um, poison?" she wondered, thinking about the various times when Blue Willow had told her bits and pieces of medical and herb lore. She looked down at the water frothing and churning around her legs and wondered if she should be concerned.