Wheeling Gull Isle the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking

She did no hear the defensive tone of the other's husky attempt at deterring her over the storm; she only saw the lump, and with some feeble flashing light, the silhouette of Komodo as he approached. When he began to unearth the poor creature Parthenos wondered if she should help or move on - but then he was looking to her, pleading with more than just words, as if this particular lump was of value to him. She heeded his wishes. His desire to save this particular wolf hearkened back to something from before; reminding Parthenos of something, but it was vague and undefined. She began to work on freeing the dark figure from its anchors alongside the male, and then try to carefully get the creature upright. Wherever Komodo wished for them to go, they would go. And maybe once the two of them were safe off of the beach, she would return to scour it for more survivors - but for now this dark thing took precedent.