Stavanger Bay Clearest blue

By the time her stomach had settled a second time, another wolf had appeared on the scene. When the youth's eyes opened, no familiarity registered in her wet blue eyes as she regarded the tall, muscular wolf. She did feel an instinctive trepidation but otherwise, all she could really focus on was her own ailments. They were many: whereas her nausea seemed to have receded, her head still ached and her body was soaking wet and sore. Her throat felt raw and her eyes burned. Not to mention her missing voice and memories, which were significantly more concerning.

Her attention shifted to the she-wolf, who cited seawater as the cause of her lost voice. But before she could suggest someplace to get a drink, the dark brute took command of the situation. The juvenile was far too caught up in her own miserable state to react to anything else going on around her. She simply blinked watery eyes, glancing between the strangers (were they strangers?), her gaze eventually coming to rest on the commanding male when he addressed her in a tone that implied familiarity.

Sharkbait? It was the first truly lucid thought that popped into her head, as her brain seemed to kick into gear a little bit. It sounded mostly right, though she still couldn't grasp a single detail about her own life otherwise. She certainly couldn't guess as to why the gray she-wolf with the bright yellow eyes was helping her or why the much larger, more intimidating wolf was sneering. Maybe one of them would explain eventually. In the meantime, she would just sit here and try not to grimace.