Stavanger Bay every time you move like that, I got to go to sunday mass

All at once, Journey's joyful roll in the sand was interrupted by the arrival of another wolf. The breeze blew her scent to the traveler, who settled on her belly to watch the stranger plunge into the water. It was such an energetic display! Journey watched her swim for a little longer, and then watched her... sink?!

Leaping to her paws as if that would help her keep sight of the stranger, Journey waited to see if she would resurface once more. It occurred to her that she might go in after the pale wolf, but... well. Before she could decide whether that would be wise, a white head popped up like so much seafoam on the waves.

"Are you okay?" Journey shouted to the stranger, though her voice was probably lost under the ungodly sputtering of the poor fellow, and the rush of the waves to boot. She remained quiet, then, hovering at the shoreline as the wolf dragged herself up the beach.

"Well!" said Journey, not sure what to say. "That sure looked unpleasant. Are you alright?"

She seemed fine — but a little sympathy never went amiss, did it?