Wheeling Gull Isle another roadblock in our way

Much of her body had grown numb in the frigid seawater, though Meerkat knew they'd hit the shore when the sense of weightlessness vanished, as did the pressure at her scruff. Shortly after that, the windchill let her know she was no longer in the water but on dry land. With a little cough, she slumped and began shivering. Hot tears sprang to her eyes and began trickling down her face, unnoticed save for their warmth.

Tipping her head, the pale youth looked up to see she had not one but two rescuers. She blinked, registering that the grayer wolf was dry. Her wet whisky gaze flicked to the white she-wolf, also dripping wet. The left side of her face was pulled into strange smile. It took Meerkat a moment to realize it was a wound of some sort, a scar. She thought of Toad and blinked again as more tears slid down her face.

"Tha—thank-k you-u," Meerkat said through chattering teeth.