Wheeling Gull Isle beware the man who has everything

She wasn't actually underwater for long— every few moments, another toss of the waves would send her up for air, and if she timed it right she could avoid getting saltwater in her lungs. Somewhat. Lainie twisted around, trying to find which way was up— at some point, she thought she had it figured out.
Unfortunately, that was the moment teeth closed around her scruff. The Tauhou allowed herself to be grabbed, pulled even— but once she figured out which direction the teeth were pulling her, she twisted again. This time it was to pull herself from the unknown wolf's grasp, though her scruff stung slightly from the feeling of teeth raking over it.
She did not fault the unknown; no, they had given her a direction. Lainie simply could not allow herself to be dragged from the water like a limp doll. The girl had vowed to herself to master the ocean, one day— and while that day would not be today, she knew giving up was no stellar beginning to her quest. It was with some effort that she righted herself in the water, still-too-slim frame fighting fiercely against the waves.
And, somehow, she made it to the shore— well, not quite. She made it far enough to allow the waves to push her back onto the sand, or to allow her would-be savior to intervene once more. Whatever happened, Lainie gave up at that point, exhausted. But when she was free from the water's grasp, her first few choking coughs were followed by laughter. Relieved, mostly, but she found some humor in the situation. Her silver eyes drifted up towards the sky, weary but largely unperturbed by the experience.