Like Jonah from the whale

Good and warm, he stated. Io was glad. Her next step would have been to give him mead which would warm him from the inside. It wasn't good for healing, however. The dog ate the offered food with relish and his compliment brought a grin to the small wolf's features. He thanked her and Iolaire nodded. "You're quite welcome."

Night was claiming the land and the fire would soon be their only source of light. Ila had returned, her antlers holding a stack of crumbling wood from the land outside. The caribou placed the wood nearby and then went off on her way again. Io fed the fire with a bit of the wood and it ate hungrily, the flames growing brighter with the action.

Since they were so close to the sea, a chill wind blew in off of it. A little shudder went through the woman. She was small and thin and the breeze seemed as though it had bitten her. Without asking, the dam slid her small form inside the giant fur where Sunder was resting. She curled up next to him, glad of both the shared warmth and the joy of not having to sleep in the sand. "Should be okay by morning." Again, she spoke somewhat slowly so that his waterlogged ears might hear and understand.