Wheeling Gull Isle another roadblock in our way

*shuffles this along rq before bed*

It wasn't long before she began to sputter and stall. If the other wolf hadn't found some semblance of life and started paddling, they both would have been goners. Maegi surged forward, swallowing icy water as she awkwardly grabbed the stranger by the scruff.

It was like fighting against a storm, waves lashing, salt stinging. Her eyes were screwed shut against the maelstrom; she found her way only by feel, pressing her paws against the sand to anchor her, measuring how far left to go by how high the water lapped—chin. . .neck. . .shoulder. . .

With luck, their combined energy would bring them to dry land. Only when (if?) they got to shore did she notice Mou. Given the situation, a rueful, apologetic glance from her end was probably the only thing she could do right now.