Cerulean Cape who are you really?

Every beat of her paws on the sand sent shocks through her toes, keeping to the pounding of her head. With every step, she whimpered low beneath her breath, ears wilting further and further.

Anaëlle did not remember how she had gotten here. She didn’t much remember anything at all. Just a little spark of something in the corner of her mind, that died fast when it tried to reach out. The little greyhound ducked her head, trying to hide from the bright sunlight.

It had been hours now since she had awoken, coughing up seawater and crying as she did, as though the greatest tragedy in the world had befallen her, though she could not remember it’s name. It knew her though, from every dogged step, to the throb of her head in cheerful tune with her heart.

Ash Paw had let loose her herbs to the seas and Atka and Sos, and now she traversed her way through the sand. It shifted beneath her curled toes, leaving little grains inbetween the pads of her toes. She couldn't quite keep her gaze from straying to the surrounding areas, and it was with such a movement that her blue eyes fell upon a strange creature nearby.

Noises reached her tawny and black ears and she perked them forward. The creature, was crying? Yes whimpering and crying. Ash moved closer still and then stopped and chuffed. Her eyes on the dog/wolf/beast as it moved. There was something bright about it's throat that made Ash Paw almost sick.

Are you quite alright? She called.