Cerulean Cape 濡れた犬

In the most unexpected timing possible, Yuki had made a new freind. No longer was she alone -- and though she was injured, the relief of another warm body to keep her company made things easier.

The snowbird feigned a gasp, playful in her mannerisms as a paw found its way to her chest for added dramaticism. Such a gentleman! How could I ever refuse!? She said with a giggle. Her own joy even made her forget that one of her ribs were fractured -- until a cough cut her laughter short. 痛っ! くそっ。 She still held her chest, but this time in pain.

Slowly, she stood from her haunches and shook her fur out, freeing herself of the sea water and clumps of wet sand trapped in her fur. She still needed a bath, that was for sure, but this would do for now.

By the way, what's your name?