the half

Adalia was making her way down to the ocean to fetch some seaweed. There were many beauty benefits in the green ocean weed, and it was something she had used in the past. She could make a wrap for Briars paws until they felt soft and new after a day of walking.

What she hadn’t expected was the angry ocean that met her gaze. She gasped, knowing her inability to swim meant she should go no further - until she saw the form of a white and red marked wolf flying past her and racing into a den.

Idalia instantly saw the issue, with the rising sealine. This den would soon be covered. Did this woman live there? Racing after the stranger, Idalia poked her head into the den. “Please! Lady, may I help?”