Like Jonah from the whale

Exploring as always, Iolaire happened upon a long stretch of black sand. The waves from the ocean beat upon that sand, sending spray flying into the air. The small, dark wolf kept well clear of that. Salt made ones coat rather disgusting. It was an interesting place though and she wondered just what treasures she might find here.

The treasure that she did find was far from what she was expecting. Initially. she'd almost walked right on by the starving pup, believing him to be some bit of debris washed up from the sea. It was only when she saw his ribcage rise and fall that she stopped in her tracks. Black ears flicked forward and the woman shifted seamlessly into the mode of care taker.

Padding to the dogs side, she looked him over with green and gold eyes. Her voice was soft as she gave instruction. "Can you move? We need to get you away from the water and get you warm." Pushing her nose beneath him, Iolaire leaned her weight against the soaking wet creature. She would get him up and walk him far from the waters edge. There, she would proceed to assess him for injuries.