Blackwater Islands The blood is rushing, but you're paralyzed

She wasn't sure if she should expect an invitation or not. So far the girl had been (understandably) lukewarm, but most of the time, simply persisting did the trick. Even if a wolf appeared to want to be left alone, she'd learned from experience few honestly did. They just needed company that wasn't pushy or unpleasant.

Bridget was planning on hitting one of the places that food was normally left, but Mireille seemed to have other ideas. She started to feel apprehensive as the girl led her towards the beach, but she wasn't aiming for the water. Bridget had survived after her injury by fishing, but the ocean wasn't a river edge. Going out far enough to catch anything worth catching would mean compromising her footing somewhat. She hated how reluctant she was to do that.

Did you already have something stashed here? She asked, failing to recognize the signs that anything lived beneath the sand.