Ravensblood Forest making splinters

Dogmeat was relieved that the dark coywolf offered no further torment. In truth, he doubted if he would have been able to fend himself even from a fox. But before he could quit the black wolf-thing's company completely, the male padded up behind him and pulled alongside him. It was easy, Dogmeat imagined, to keep up with his glacial pace.

The coywolf offered some semblance of help in its suggestion, though Dogmeat did not know exactly what kelp or crab was. He was too tired to launch an inquiry (in truth, he did not wish to press his luck around such a feral animal any longer) and only grunted appreciably in reply. The sea would find him soon, or he it -- and how dearly did Dogmeat wish to delve into the stinging waters and soothe his wicked wounds.