Sea Lion Shores i want a hot dog real bad

He doesn’t pull away, which she takes as a good sign, but something is wrong. She doesn’t know what, other than the obvious, but she isn’t a medic. Portia isn’t even around and Rose is quiet these days but she’s not here either. There’s no obvious wounds on him but he seems thinner than normal, which is odd on his large frame, and she remains close until he speaks.

Just a minute. She takes a deep breath and waits, lowering back to the ground and pressing thick fur against his side. The air is cold, and the ocean whips an angry wind around them. Do they even have a moment? How bad off is he? Where has he even been?

Mallaidh bites back so many questions as she waits, not wanting to push him more than he can handle. He starts to move and she moves with him, carefully helping him to his feet.

”Over there,” she points with her nose, whether or not he’s leaving. The sand turns into grass and the hulking keep looms on the distance. If they get close, they can find somewhere to rest while she’s on the lookout. ”We’ll get over there and I’ll find you something to eat. Are you hungry?” she asks, starting to veer him in case he doesn’t notice the direction. ”Then we’ll go home. Heda’s back.”