Ankyra Sound perast

a commotion got his attention. his bear-brown gaze rose to witness a great splashing and flailing of limbs, making it obvious this was no school of maddened fish nor two sealions locked in heat of battle or lovemaking.

it was a canine, the four paws told him, and the komondor paused, finding himself, momentarily, dumbstruck and incompetent - slack-jawed, even.

... was this any of his business...?

but no! he shook his woolen head and his moral compass into shape. a person was drowning before his eyes, and only he was nearby to aid them! was that not reason enough to spring into action?! the tasseled wanderer chided himself as he lunged into the sea, propelling himself forth against the push of the tide and the weight of his corded coat.

the slowness of his reaction and the ocean's mercy had the stranger spat out back into the embrace of blessed oxygen before slavuj reached him. still, the dog tried to be of help. he saw fear in the man's eyes and presumed he was in a state of shock. with determination, the komondor aimed to grab the other male by the scruff of flesh and fur on the nape of the neck and drag him out to shore.