Stavanger Bay when you're rife with devastation

Osprey didn't like to be alone either - she treasured hours of solitude now and then, but only because she knew that there was a place to return to, where there were people, who needed her, waiting. There were moments, when she felt the need to go and explore the world, meet new people. It hadn't been so strong, when she had still lived with her birth-pack, but it had got stronger now. She had named this feeling "The Voice".

She felt sorry for Onyx's tough start in life, but didn't express it, fearing that she might feel insulted by it. "You have got quite a life-story," Osprey told her giving her a look of admiration. "I heard that the bay wolves follow the traditions of Norse gods. Is it true? Do you know anything about it?"