Wheeling Gull Isle picks himself up and keeps climbing for the prize again

The wolf gave him promise after promise that the sea would not harm him, but there was no getting over the all too natural fear he held. Not that simply. He was only one wolf and if the sea did wish to keep him, it could easily overwhelm his weak self and drag him back to the depths — why risk his life?

I'll be right here beside you, claimed Driftwood. Mou still felt very resistent, his anxiety spiking regardless of what was being said. But the wolf was making an effort. They didn't have to go very far. With a sigh Mou got back up again and staggered towards the wet edge of the beach where the water spread the lowest. He bent to inspect the water, much like a child might test a new thing, and with some further coaxing from Driftwood he took a few steps in to the water.