Ankyra Sound And isn't it easy

She watched him, but noticed the way he grew tense and stiffened, and rather than bobbing with the waves the way a sea bird might, he was instead blown sideways, as a canoe might if not turned to pierce the wake of a passing boat. He resurfaced, and she recognized the look of shock and cold on his features. Perhaps he might learn better in calmer waters, in an inlet or even a lake- but this did not seem to suit him very well. 

She paddled back toward him and nosed his shoulder, calmly striding past him and out of the ocean so that he might catch his breath, and leave wave-riding for another day. "Come wit' me," She sang, like a siren calling him to shore. "We'll find freshwater, and a place to dry," She said reassuringly. She knew it would be best to rinse the saltwater out of their pelts so that they would not itch, and would lead him to a place where they could do so, before settling down somewhere to dry.