Wheeling Gull Isle kasheho

it seemed the sea had brought him here. heda was watchful and attentive, grateful that bartholomew let her handle the situation. she had not know she was made for it until this hour and this moment. 
the girl winced as he vomited, pale ears lifting.
mo. "mo. i'm heda. this is bartholomew. don't worry. we can help." heda was afraid he had swallowed seawater, and pressed close, cleaning the ocean from him in long sisterly gestures of her muzzle.
finally she looked at bartholomew, a timid smile creeping to her muzzle. "maybe we should take him inland. to the others."