Ankyra Sound And I'm not wearing trainers

Her silent companion said nothing as he plunged back into the frigid sea. She was quick to follow, sliding down the slick rock face into the waves that broke against it. She was buffeted momentarily back against the outcropping, but soon enough was paddling for shore with strong strokes of her limbs. She cast a sidelong glance at the circling Mahler as she arced by, and soon enough they were back to shore. Now wholly devoid of warmth, Wylla shook her furs and shivered bodily before gesturing to the grotto.

"C'mon," she suggested, "it seems dark and damp in there but it gets you out of the wind." She could use a nap after the back-to-back swims, and the irritation that pricked just under her skin was settled for the time being. There would be a chance to think more on what she should do about the cloying estrus scent in her territory later; for now she just wanted to warm up.