Headfirst and fast like an avalanche

She... might have had a bit too much to drink last night.

Rota wasn't sure how or why she had come to this beach, perhaps it was just to watch the ocean rise up to swallow the land before her. Her bastard donkey had bitten her tail to stop her from wading into the frigid ocean, despite her manic laughter at the way the wind whipped the ocean into white caps. She wanted to go home, not back to the mountain that belonged to her brother, she wanted to see their tiny faces again. The violent weather had matched her drunken rage. She wanted to go back to the water, on fire or not. She had had enough of this life.

It was the gulls that called her back, that and something dead smelling pushing at her shoulder. She bared her teeth before she cracked her eyes against the glaring mid-day sun, her low growl hopefully enough warning that the strange creature should just let a sleeping wolf lay there and die. Her fucking head was pounding, her stomach as roiling as the sea the night before. The disappointment of awakening was pushed down by the bile that rose in her throat, quickly scrambling to her feet and moving a few steps away from whatever that small thing was to upend the contents of her stomach all over the sand just a short distance away. There was nothing graceful about the coughing and hacking sound. She was no lady.

Eyes squinting against the unbearable glare of the sun, she turned to see who had dragged her back to this gods forsaken plane of existence. She had to blink a few times to clear her vision. The black and white things smelled horrible but the canine shape with them wasn't much bigger than they were... Her head canted. "Så liten, så högljudd," Her voice was a long suffering sound, laced with a grumble that wasn't quite a growl. "What do you want?"

“Speech”