Stavanger Bay when you're rife with devastation

After the accident that had brought Osprey to Stavanger bay, she hadn't wandered anywhere far from her temporary den, even though she usually was a curious soul. Days after days passed - one was like another and she seemed to have slipped in a routine that had neither end, nor did she have strength to break it. The weather helped nothing to improve her mood, everything had lost colors, was dull and gray. It appeared that the nature itself was in a state of depression.

Hunger, however, was a powerful motivating factor to get outside and move. So today she had left her den to search the area for scraps of food. While sniffing and following scent trails, she had unknowingly found another soul at this place. When it loudly announced that it liked hunting, it made Osprey lift her head and eye the dark wolf with the long and gangly legs curiously.