Sea Lion Shores Lumps of Fat

The fear to leave the bay hadn't gone away, yet little by little Osprey tried to push the boundaries further. She couldn't stay at the mercy of these people forever. Her stay had been far too long already and she couldn't let her weakness rule her life. She had to go home. Therefore every day she went over to the border and beyond them, her heart was still beating quick and hard against her ribcage, her breath became ragged and her rational mind fought with the irrational fear. For some it would seem like nothing extraordinary, but for her every step was a little victory.

She had soon found out that being by the ocean had a calming effect on her, therefore she chose the path that led along the shore more often than the rest of the others. She was walking there today too, her heart feeling unusually light. It was then that she noticed that she was not alone here - there was a white wolf playing in the waves and sand. Osprey observed her for a moment, thinking, what to do next, and then - out of old habit, she approached the wolf, eying her curiously, while keeping her body posture neutral.