The woman with pale blond hair lay as if dead for some time, in her mind all that she could hear was the sound of the waves , all she could smell was the sea, the salt yes , the salt… she could even taste that on her tongue. Her face was wet…but not a fresh wet there a smell now of meat and ht breath as her ‘sister’ tried to wake her up.<em>Oh the joy of dog breath </em>.<br/><br/>Asfrid blinked her pale eyes open and tried hard to take in the scene using her staff to slowly aid her to her feet. She was still a little shaky but was at least alive, and it seemed ‘snow paw’ was well too.  However she kept her sister close and took things in for the moment trying to understand that which was going on. It seemed many had giving to the lad or the sea but there were a few like her that breathed with life.<br/><br/>For the present though it was worthwhile to take in that which was about her, no less than the seemingly threatening creature. Her head still a little cloudy meant she would have to take a little time….<br/>