Reaper man, reaper man is coming to tear

It seemed her movement was all that was needed to prompt Kenway's girls to do what they were born to do. The waves were brutal, but the winds were easing and as the stranger reached towards her, Modesty paddled to the back of the scrap of timber. She braced her front paws against the board to push from the middle, a cattle dog on each side to nose punch the corners of the makeshift raft for steering. She hadn't even thought to call for help before diving in, she could have had more help than the two small dogs, but as always, they seemed to have energy to spare, the red one snapping at the caps of waves when she wasn't needed for steering.

Finally her paws touched sand and it became easier to push the little raft up onto the sand. The dogs bounded from the water barely pausing to shake before a rare, silent look was shared between them and they were careening towards the Moor. Ah shit, the goats must have been spooked by the storm.

A stitch in her side, cough tearing from her lungs with the icy water that had permeated her coat, she finally got a look at the wolf on the raft. Too large for her to drag him back to land in her state, but alive. She kept a paw on the raft to make sure a wave didn't drag it back to sea while she tried to catch her breath. "Don't tell me I put in all that effort to fish out a corpse," She tried to joke as she poked at the waterlogged wolves shoulder. "If you can stand, we should really get out of this weather..." If he couldn't, well, she was sure she could call for Sakana and Deluge to help her move him.

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