Adrift Without a Life Vest

Steel blue and green hazy eyes blinked open only to immediately squint against the sun that was beating down on her. The air itself was surprisingly cool and the water was even a bit chilly, but she could hardly notice. She sputtered and coughed a bit when she tried to breathe in, rocking the piece of wood she had managed to pull herself onto before she had passed out at some point the night before. Gripping the edge of the piece of wood to make sure she didn't slip off entirely, she lifted her head as much as she could manage, glancing up to try and see if she could see anything besides just open ocean. Her hind legs were dangling in the water because of the fact that the drift wood was barely big enough to hold her torso, but at this point she certainly wasn't going to complain.

Off in the distance she could see a shore line after she blinked and rubbed her eyes a bit to clear them of the salt that had dried to the fur around them, but it wasn't land she recognized. The sandy beach and the cliffs still felt so far away as the waves ever so slowly rolled her toward them. She tried to swallow and hardly could with how dry and sore her throat was and every muscle ached so the idea of attempting to paddle herself to shore was laughable at best, but at this point she wasn't sure if she had much of an option. Suddenly she spotted a dark figure moving along the shore. They were too far away for her to make out any real details, all she could see was that it was a fairly large wolf with dark fur, but it was another wolf on dry land and that was exactly where she wanted to be right now. She made a futile attempt at calling out to them and it simply came out as a rough croak instead. In the end she could only lift one of her legs and try to wave it in the air to get their attention while she prayed they might be willing to help.

"Anthea Dásos"