Like Jonah from the whale

The pup was a right mess. There were lacerations on his hairless body.  His bones showed through dark skin. He was utterly exhausted and,  if he stayed where he was much longer,  she had no doubt that he would die of exposure. 

Her attempt to get him on his paws failed.  He was simply too weak. The dog protested a bit,  his tone apologetic. Iolaire offered soothing words. It wasn't his fault,  afterall. Raising a slender muzzle to the sky, Io called for Ila, her reindeer companion.  Runts, the pair of them,  but Ila had the cart. That was exactly what they needed. 

While she waited for the ungulate to make her way down the beach,  she would work on moving the dog. "I'm sorry, " She said before moving to take the fleshy scruff between her teeth.  Planting her paws in the sand. Iolaire pulled, sliding the dark male across the darker earth.  As she worked,  a wave caught her full in the face.  Releasing her patient,  Io coughed and sputtered. How had he managed to keep from drowning with so little strength? 

Again the tiny healer took the man's scruff between her teeth.  She pulled harder, fighting to outrun the next wave.  And she did. Once out of reach of the  icy water,  Iolaire released his flesh.  The woman,  damp herself now,  wrapped her body around the dogs. She would give him as much body heat as possible before Ila arrived with the cart that would carry him to safety.