Washed up

A dirty body laid on the edge of the brackish water. The calm waves pushing and tugging at the figure's creme pelt. It was a wolf, and to be more specific a female. She was clearly knocked out for a small lump rested on her head. Her ribs lifted and fell in rhythm. Despite the touch of blood smeared on her face, she looked peaceful.

Her fur was matted and had pieces of seaweed tangled in it. She had been swimming for a long time till she got caught up in a viscous storm. She some how hurt herself and went into utter darkness. However, fate had apparently chose her to live because she washed up here early in the morning.

It was now midday and she was still in a deep sleep. A vulture from above had begun to circle. Oblivious to the possibility of getting pecked at the women didn't stir and she wouldn't. She wasn't near death yet, but Pruina wasn't one to wake easily.