Like Jonah from the whale

A happy little face poked out at her as she prompted him from the back of the cart. He really was an adorable little thing. Iolaire had always had a fondness for dogs and the hairless pup was hammering that fact home. Once she had him settled upon the sand and wrapped up in her oxen fur near the fire, he began to speak. Obsidian ears flicked forward as he said that he was warm then gestured to himself with the word 'Sunda.' "Sunda?" Iolaire asked with a tilted head. That was obviously his name, but she wasn't sure she was saying it correctly. She motioned to herself in the same gesture. "Iolaire," she said. "Io." It was easier.

Shrugging out of her pack, the woman pushed the furs aside so that she might inspect the dogs injuries. There were cuts and abrasions around his wrists. Io frowned slightly. No doubt the salty water had kept them a little clean, but they needed to be addressed. Sifting through her pack, Io came out with a small shell full of a thick, fatty salve. She rubbed it gently onto the wounds before taking up soft strips of rabbit skin. The skins were wound about the dogs wrists and secured so that they wouldn't slip. The rest of his wounds were the same. Cuts and bruises. She addressed each, taking her time to make sure that she didn't miss anything. Her ministrations were gentle and she tried not to cause him any pain. Once satisfied that she had seen to the worst of them, she bundled him back up in the thick oxen pelt. "What were you doing out there?" She spoke slowly so that he could understand.