I Need The Bugger So I Can See

A muffled voice filled his waterlogged ears. Sweet and serene, and full of worry. Slowly his orange eyes opened and he was faced with a beautiful violet and gray wolf, the likes of which he had never seen. "Who...?" He asked in a hushed voice, his tone low and raspy from the burn of the salt. He fought the urge to close his eyes again. Could the other wolf have been a dream? Slowly he raised his chest off the sand, allowing his hips to remain motionless and turned his head toward the visitor. He glanced down at the dead bird. A present perhaps? He sniffed the bird to make sure it was fresh and tore into the slim body of the dove with a soft growl. "Thanks." He said quickly before scarfing down the bird.