Alana had taken to walking the beach on a regular basis. She’d heard of the dangers that lurked there, but she found that it was more calming than anywhere else in Glorall. In fact, she’d taken to sleeping where she could hear the rush and retreat of the waves. Nothing was more relaxing to drift in and out to. Now, her grey form trotted down the beach, just far enough from the water to avoid getting her paws wet. Behind her, her footsteps trailed, vanishing quickly when waves rolled in, bringing the tide with it.


The first sign that something was not quite right on the beach was what appeared to be a new rock. The thing was, for as many days as Alana had been wandering Glorall, which granted, wasn’t that long, she had never seen a rock dropped off by the tide. Not one this large, at least. At the same time, it was too small to be one of the sea lions that occasionally showed up in the territory. As her eyes focused on the fact that it was moving, her legs quickened into a lope. Some instinct in her told her that this was important and that she needed to get there almost as quickly as her legs could carry her. She fought that instinct to an extent – she refused to full out run toward an unknown object. It was simply too dangerous. The closer she got, however, the more she began to comprehend what she was seeing. A small frame, damp fur.


She reached a full out run before skidding to a stop before the small puppy. Panic overtook her when she saw his condition. She was no healer. She froze with indecision, hardly knowing what to do. It only took her a second, however, before she threw her head back and howled. If that didn’t attract the attention of those that could help, she didn’t know what would. She paced around to the front of the pup – she had approached from the direction his back was facing – looking for some sign that he was conscious. He was obviously breathing, short, painful looking breaths, and his face seemed to be contorted with pain. Water lapped around him as waves came in. Looking around to see if anyone was in sight, Alana decided that the best thing she could do would be to move him up the shore, at least a few feet so that he was no longer getting drenched every few seconds. Gently, she moved her mouth to the nape of his neck, grasping him by the extra skin there. She moved him just far enough so that he was out of the farthest reaches of the waves. It wouldn’t be dry for long, not with the tide coming, but it would do for now.


Gently, she reached down and licked his cheek, trying to encourage him to wake up. “It’s alright,” she spoke softly. “You’re safe now.”


At least, he would be if help arrived soon.




OOC: You said it was open so I hope you don’t mind that I brought her in…if you don’t want her here, just tell me >.>

ALANA
. female . six years . grey with black points . not mated . not imprinted upon . home is Glorall .
Kerowyn