Tiptoe higher

For a long moment he lay there, as though resting. His tongue contentedly lolled from the side of his mouth, his breathing slowing from it's slightly labored panting to something more even after a few minutes. He was surprised when she leaned over, nudging him with her paw, as though examining him. He wasn't really used to being touched, but this woman reminded him of his mom with her gentle nature and white fur -- except her brown markings were much different -- and so he relaxed.

"As long as I'm okay enough to make it back," he noted, somewhat seriously, as he eyed her. He rolled around as she pushed him gently, and he let loose a playful laugh. "I hadn't thought about what I'd do if I couldn't swim home! My mom would be so worried!" He shook his slender muzzle, hating the idea of Ghost worrying about him. "Have you explored this island at all?" His question came suddenly, as his attention shifted from the ocean, to the land behind them. It seemed like a typical island -- save for the strange green sand -- but he wondered what it might have in store for him.