Adrift Without a Life Vest

Anthea took the herbs she was offered without question and laid carefully still while the healer splinted her injured leg. At this point it would have been silly for her to question or resist the help she was being offered. These wolves had dropped everything, one of them even leaping into freezing water, in order to help her even though she was a complete stranger. She didn't have much reason to question or doubt them. She turned her two-toned gaze up toward the dark male that was comforting her and when he said that he wouldn't let anything happen to her she believed him. After what he had done for her she couldn't imagine that there was a single bit of ill intent in his whole body. She let her eyes close for a bit while she was being treated, only opening them again once everything was done and she heard the male telling the woman to pull her onto his back.

When the healer went to do so, Anthea attempted to help even a little bit by pushing off of the sand a bit and helping to drag herself onto her rescuer's pack, settling over him with her head resting in the thick fur of his scruff. She felt a fur be draped over her as she slipped trembling forelegs around his neck to hold herself on and then she closed her eyes, accepting wherever they were going to take her with quiet gratefulness. She wasn't sure if the walk to the castle they had mentioned really was that short or if her consciousness wavered for a few minutes, but regardless when she refocused on the world around her she found herself in a stone structure, the large room filled with a row of padded cots that had dividers positioned between them, the room feeling welcoming and warm with a large, crackling fireplace. She blinked her eyes open and looked up at the two wolves that were helping her just as she was being placed on one of the cots, relaxing into the softness of it. She didn't feel quite as utterly exhausted as she had before and she wasn't sure how much of that was finally getting warm and dry and how much was whatever herbs she had been given. Still, her body ached and moving was difficult so she stayed still, grimacing a bit as the healer started looking at her leg again.

"Anthea Dásos"