Adrift Without a Life Vest

As promised, help soon came in the form of a mostly charcoal woman with lighter gray markings, her eyes two-toned like her own, but marbled with sage green and lavender. There was no resistance from her as the two of them started to dry her off despite the ache from every movement. It body felt like it had been through hell and she supposed in a way it had. The healer and then her rescuer rubbed her body down and pulled the water from her fur as they worked on warming her up, ruffling up her slate fur in the process. She was steadily feeling even the smallest bit more alert while she watched the woman test and move each of her legs. When she reached her back leg the movement sent a sharp pain through the limb, making her gasp from the sudden shock and making her try to tense and pull back on reflex. The cold, numbing water had kept her from noticing the injury before now and she managed a soft whine, voicing her displeasure until the stranger released the injured leg.

Eventually the healer brought a water skin to her lips and she drank from it gratefully, doing as she was told and only taking a couple large swallows of the cool, fresh water. It immediately did wonders for her parched, rough throat. It didn't entirely take away the pain from breathing in salt water and coughing it back up, but it did help. As she sighed with relief she turned her tired gaze back up to the dark-coated male who then asked for her name. "Anthea," she managed with a bit of effort. All she really wanted right now was to go to sleep, but for their sake she stayed awake, looking between them occasionally. She couldn't really focus on what they were saying to one another, but she heard something about a castle and it made her wonder just what kind of land she had washed up on. Somewhere with very large wolves and castles, apparently.

"Anthea Dásos"