Wheeling Gull Isle fried chicken

Ravioli used flailing and it was effective enough. She turns over on her side when she realizes the wolf is not around her anymore and she turns her head to search for her. So certain she was dog food, she’d had three heart attacks and maybe she pooped herself a little. When she finds the large canine several feet away, on the ground and on her back, she remains in her awkward position and watches. The former hard wolf features fade away into something narrow and dog-like, friendly and not-so-threatening.
 
“Am I hallucinating?” she quietly asks (more to herself), and slowly picks herself up onto all fours, the froth of ocean water lapping at her paws.