Wheeling Gull Isle another roadblock in our way

As soon as the pair of bodies are driven against the sand, Mou is there. He was not the strongest wolf on the planet but he had to try and assist in some way, so he drew up alongside the soggy figure of Meerkat and grabbed for them, roughly pulling with his teeth and then stepping over them to drag with his reedy forelimbs.

A glance from Maegi registered in his periphery as Mou hastened to check his wife over, searching for possible wounds, for the scent of poppy — wondering if she dove in first and why, hesitant to touch her in case she was seriously injured.

Below him was the golden stranger and as they blinked up at the two ghosts, teeth chattering through words, Mou finally focused on them.

Sshhh, he hummed softly, drawing a warm tongue across the castaway's face to try and bring warmth back to it — as a father might. The salt taste was stronger than anything else and nearly made him gag but he kept at it, trying to get blood flowing.