Sea Lion Shores Lumps of Fat

When the white wolf caught sight of Osprey, she froze for a moment, waiting to see, what the other was going to do. She was ready to flee, would the other decide to attack her - she had enough strength to outrun the stranger (especially, if one is fuelled by panic). Yet it turned out that fleeing was going to be unneccessary, because the air of the other was cheerful and friendly. Osprey, who had subconciously wanted to meet another kind soul, took a step closer to greet her.

"Being happy and showing it - is never silly," she told the girl. "It's brave... and natural. And the waves... they are amazing," she added with a smile. "No, I am a guest. What about you?"