Mermaid

Under other circumstances, the offer for help would have been met with a bristle and a pout. She wasn't a helpless baby, except, maybe she actually was... The vibrations that ran up her legs as her feline claws scratched on stone almost made her sick to her stomach. It had been days since she had a decent meal and she was wet, and cold and tired. In a very uncharacteristic turn of mood the young wolf sniffled. "Jus'wannagohome." Her paws pushed at the wall, willing it to budge and make an opening small enough for her to squeeze through, but the stone wouldn't move. "Big rip pulled me out to a little island and smelly Armada man left me there. My brother's'll be worried so I gotta get home, if I make the stars right, I'll get there."