Blackwater Islands It all falls into the sea.

She watched him cough and took it as a good sign, though she did rock back a bit cautiously. Sometimes wolves could see someone trying to help as a threat if they were not aware of their surroundings and this wolf, whoever he was, didn't seem to be present in the now.

Still, it couldn't hurt to talk. Wait here. She would make a couple more trips, refilling it and bringing it back to deliver him more water, before she had to take a break herself. Holy shit, moving anywhere was hard fucking work like this. It felt good to be helping and in the role she was familiar with, but it was a little disheartening how quickly and frequently she had to stop.

Each time she came back she delivered the water and helped him to drink it however much was necessary. If he seemed to swallow it fine on his own, she let him. If he choked she would do the same thing she had on the first attempt, coaxing the muscles to do as they should.

Then she set the shell down and sat down herself, catching her breath while she watched him. She had never met Mou when he lived with the Redhawks, so he was entirely unfamiliar to her. Had he been there before she had or was he new as well, another stray they'd picked up? They really were healers, weren't they?

The thought warmed her up a bit more to this place, watching him breathe. They'd fixed her leg and apparently took in others as well. Maybe she could learn a thing or two here.