Like Jonah from the whale

Improvements were slow, steady and oh so painful as his frigid nerves awakened and warmed. It was not unlike the feeling he got in his paws when one fell asleep and he had to shake it awake; like thousands of fiery insects crawling around under his skin. But pain or not he couldn't help but be happy. Not only had he made it to the mainland but he'd made contact with a kind woman who was willing to help him without even knowing him. He was the luckiest dog alive. Of course he was happy.

His happiness showed. Sunder couldn't help but smile to himself in the pile of furs. He was alive. Tired, hungry and in pain, but alive and that was wonderful. "Come now," came the woman's voice. Still smiling he peeked out from under the furs at her and then rose shakily as she helped him from the cart. Though he was still terribly weak, the growing warmth in his legs made them a little easier to manage. They still behaved like unruly colts beneath him, but even on his own he could have flopped and flailed his way to the fire eventually. That didn't make him any less grateful for her help, though.

Once beside the fire he parroted Iolaire in a trilled accent. "Ah, warm." He wiggled a paw out from under the furs so he could point to himself and make a long overdue introduction. "Sunda."