Stavanger Bay when you're rife with devastation

Perhaps Onyx had a hidden love for storytelling. Because when Osprey compilmented her, Onyx's eyes lit up, her tail wagged happily, and she couldn't help but let a sweet smile fill her face for a moment. Then Osprey asked what her story should be about. Hmm. Onyx spent a few moments thinking before she replied. Something with a moral.. About kindness. Or friendship. She said quietly, a delicate little smile still decorating her features. She was just as excited to hear the story.