Stavanger Bay briskly venture, briskly roam

The shape began to take on the contours of a wolf. Ignoring the rolling in the pit of her stomach, Junior stopped cropping the grass like some strange young calf and pushed herself upright. Her enormous ears pricked and her nose wriggled, yet it was hard to discern anything in this washout.

When the wolf came within a few yards, Junior could pick out details and even detect a faint scent. The stranger looked almost like a puppy, though not quite. Osprey didn't know she was looking at a juvenile only a few months older than herself. Despite the difference in age and development, Junior was nearly as large as the other, though she still bore all the facial features of a puppy whereas the stranger didn't.

Tipping her head at the female's accented question, Junior replied, "I'm Junior. Oooh are youuu?" she asked, halfway mimicking the other youth's strange speech.