Shimmering Sands Danger, Will Robinson

As Ulysses shakes the deer, he vaguely hears splashing by the very beach only a few meters away. Then when he realizes he hears another’s voice he freezes. He lifts his head up high and scouts for the source of the voice. Finally finding it he sees a soaking wet wolf, seemingly coughing up a lung. 

The awkward form of the wolf and those long legs and caramel peppered coat make Ulysses smirk just a little bit. The question that came from the stranger also helped to brighten up his previously boring day and night. Of course it’s dead he laughs internally. He’d be more worried if it wasn’t dead after that.

Ulysses starts at a trot to this stranger. Why not? Ulysses thinks, it looks like the poor guy just got done drowning and Ulysses isn’t a monster. He’d be willing to share breakfast with another fine soul this beautiful morning.