Ankyra Sound And I'm not wearing trainers

She missed his searching eye and how he drew closer. Wylla wasn't such an observant wolf as to pick up on these things. Her eyes were trained on the rolling sea as it heaved against the rock. The tide would go out soon, she thought as another shudder went through her. God, but it was cold. The wind wasn't so friendly out here, either, and she knew they would need to get back to shore before they caught a chill and endangered their health.

"Warmer, I hope," she answered, twisting to inspect Mahler for a moment before she sighed and added, "I guess we better get back. It'd be a shame to warm up here and then have to do it all again. It'll be warmer in the grotto anyway." Their underground hideaway was chilly on the best of days, but at least it was safe from the wind that seemed to slice into her bones now that her coat was soaked again.