Stavanger Bay when you're rife with devastation

The first impression about the young wolf was - chaotic. Because Onyx - as she introduced herself - went from mildly aggressive, to politely curious, to something Osprey couldn't quite put her paw on. Confusion about the situation? Yes, she was a stranger here - a guest, who had outstayed it's welcome since few weeks ago - yet she had somehow assumed that everyone around here knew, who she was and why she hadn't been killed or chased out at least. Maybe it was her fault entirely - being a hermit had never helped anyone.

"My name is Osprey and I am a temporary guest here," she added, thus indicating that she had plans to leave some time soon. "What were you doing?" she asked, casting her glance past Onyx, as if the answer of her question lied there.