Stavanger Bay sleep makes waves

Junior's discontent was now, more or less, public knowledge among her foster family. She'd been too busy getting upset at every turn lately to convey any helpful information to them and so she remained firmly planted in the bay for the time-being. While Ragnar and Thistle presumably readied for the inevitable—a breakthrough in the mystery that would lead to Osprey's return to her home, if such was possible—they continued to care for the young girl as one of their own.

She woke to find herself snuggled between the pale Alpha male and his agouti mate. Junior sleepily pushed herself upright and gazed at her foster parents for a moment. She then sighed, tiptoed around Ragnar's prone form and slipped outside into the darkness. Moonlight guided her in the direction of the sea and she soon found herself seated on a small, sandy hillock, sea grass tickling her bottom as she peered disconsolately over the dark breakers.