all washed up

She wanted to sleep just as much as he did. Now that those beginning rushes of adrenaline were dwindling the exhaustion was setting in. His eyelids were heavy as much as his limbs as the pair of them drug themselves out of the water. The cool air hit them heavily, and they really needed to find somewhere out of the wind. An old den would be best, and he wished he had a fur to throw over his back.

”Let's go inland. Maybe we can find a cave or an old den.” He suggested as he lifted himself out of the water after Shaye had shaken her pelt out. He stepped away to do so himself so she didn’t get her more wet. He couldn’t help the yawn that parted his jaws as he returned to her side. If they stayed close they could block the wind from one another’s side and share in each other’s warmth until they could find shelter. He hoped this strange land would be kind to them.