Wheeling Gull Isle wrap yourself in blankets and give the ocean an inch.

Do you want to post once more and tack on a conclusion? Thalia gave me permission to do so but I wasn’t sure if you wanted to use this for your trade. [snuggles]

The Border Collie clung like a limpet to the Gampr’s back, her exhaustion pushed aside for one last ditch bid for survival. The Groenendael followed behind at a limping pace, swimming toward shore with powerful kicks of her hind legs but frail, fluttering sweeps of her feathered forelimbs. When the trio finally clambered ashore, Coelacanth wobbled, then crumpled — but she managed to catch herself before doing a faceplant in the sand. Moorhen, never far away from her Shadow, was swift to arrive at Seelie’s side, and the gentle empath bid the girl to fetch meat and berries from further inland for the very obviously pregnant dog. Stumbling a few feet away, the sheepdog regurgitated seawater — and she knew it was imperative that Poppy do the same. Taking immense care not to put pressure on her abdomen, she helped the collie expel the salt water from her lungs with a well-placed thump to her rib cage. Cocking her head to place her ear against the younger canid’s chest, she heard the same concerning gurgle Aditya had been plagued with.

With Stockholm’s help, Seelie gently maneuvered the female to lie sternally. When Moorhen returned, they would have to move Poppy further inland, but the little dog was utterly exhausted and Seelie wanted to give her — and the puppies within her womb — some time to recover, first.