Astin awoke to water. Water, filling her maw, the salty liquid raking through her throat and causing her to choke, convulsing sharply before she managed to dispel the liquid from her lungs. Ragged, sharp wheezes ripped through her, soaked-through body shuddering and jerking with the movements.
She gasped the humid, warm air, a sharp contrast to the oh-so-hated water as she dragged herself, staggering and desperate, through the shallow water. The dog couldn't tell what was happening, a sharp ringing filling her ears and the salt water still blinding her gray gaze, though she felt the loose sand under her paws as she left the water, collapsing on the slightly drier land, eyes shutting instantly, falling into a fitful, but deep, sleep.
When she opened her eyes again, it was dark, and she was still laying in the shallow sand, odd, jutting rocks surrounding the area, she noticed now that she could see. Pushing to trembling limbs, she stumbled over to near-by foliage, also surrounded by rocks, and laid down as she was exhausted still.
Astin felt sick as she heard the tumbling waves.
