The colourful octopus reaching for him shifted and changed in the haze of the stormy rain. The many forms of it converged into the shape of one as a wolf formed in its centre. He realised now that it had always been a wolf, as she pushed her paws down on the centre of the board and pushed it.
He knew he should start to have questions about now. Where this wolf appeared from, and how they came to be here. Instead, he put his head back down again, and lost a few moments. The wind sounded a little different now, and the ocean felt as if it was beating against something. Shore, they had found shore. How close had he been to salvation, and for how long? He’d been on the verge of giving up when the woman saved him. Where was… He remembered to open his eyes, and he found her once more. She was breathing rapidly, worn out from her rescue.
“Alive.” He croaked as she pushed at his shoulder. “Goo… good idea” He agreed weakly, letting himself fall off the raft now, and found sand beneath them. She had pushed his raft up to shore. He tried to stand, and fell back with a soft cry. Something was wrong with one of his paws. He tried again, keeping his weight off the front right one. He staggered like a drunken shoulder. “Where…” He tried to ask her, too parched and hurt to be more coherent.
