Cerulean Cape we threw away the time

Sif's ears pricked at this statement. "Don't drink!" she said, giving a startled little laugh. For as long as she could remember, she had known that the ocean was not for drinking. She wondered who had taught her this, or if she'd been born knowing. Most likely, she'd learned the lesson the hard way.

 "For to swim," she said to the small wolf. She tipped her nose toward the island, pointing out its distant, shrouded outline. "Go to land." 

She was about to follow through with this, but something made her look back at the little female one last time. The other wolf was small, but there was something more than that making her look frail. "Hurt?" she asked worriedly, turning away from the water and padding toward the other. "I can help?"