He could tell her rather bossy personality was over all benign. She wasn’t nice but it wasn’t like she was really out for him really. If she was it was in a good natured way, at least from what he could tell so far. Sure she sounded rough and perhaps she was slightly sadistic, just what he needed after trying to kill himself, but no one of a bad nature would become a healer. She intrinsically apparently liked helping others and that was something that all healers shared. However, if she was bent on making him live he guessed he could make the best of what he was forced to take and accept this new life.

His body was still protesting with each movement. Slowly Grayson stood on his white paws teetering slightly trying to keep his balance in his weak body. She was a fair bit smaller than him he noticed as he stood, she was likely younger tough still her size delegated that perhaps he wouldn’t be too much larger than her once her growing was all said and done, but currently he still stood a little over ten inches taller something he couldn’t really tell when he was on the ground. Lucky for her he was so weak and skinny or else he could push her around, not that he really felt like fighting anyway.

”I was sick.” He said defensively his voice somewhat raspy from all the abuse it had and disuse from the days where he was sick. He staggered along simply following her bumping into her once or twice a bit surprised by her own sturdiness despite being so short. Stout, he guessed was a better word thickly built and no very tall, though right now he wondered if she weighed more than he did with his ribs poking out slightly. It was a slow agonizing march to wherever it was she was leading him. He heard the wafting of the waves their soothing rhythm as they touched shore.

He paused for a moment a bit in awe by the view. He had never seen the ocean before but he didn’t have much time to gawk at it before he was rushed forward by a strange new nickname towards the waters. He didn’t hesitate; he could smell the strange scent coming off of the water, but one way or another he knew he was going to be herded to this strange smelling and never ending body of water. He could see the island out there and that was where he wanted to go, maybe once he felt better. A place for him to recover to think on his own. Who knew if anyone else was out there?

”What is there?” He asked motioning to the island before stepping closer to the strange water letting her give her answer before staggering in. It was unusually warm water, it wasn’t until it hit his first scratch that he felt the sudden sting of salt in the wound before yanking his paw up and out. It hurt! He didn’t dare continue forward it throbbed worse now than it had before. He heard her words about him coming to the Ocean being fate. Fate had been somewhat cruel to him. His ears flicked back, ”Fate is a bitch.” He said with a small growl before stepping futher back and away from the water, not sure if this was her intent to burn him alive via this strange water that hurt his wounds. He had no knowledge of the ocean after all he didn’t know this would help.