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[Ourpawprints]

Sandra blinked her eyes open, the blurry outline of her paws in front of her. The of rancid taste of salt water was fresh in her mouth and sand covered her pelt. The moment the sand around her entered her view she stood up, looking about and hoping she was just imagining it. But it became clear to the fae that she was no longer on the boat she was on the other day.

Shocked, Sandra whipped her head around to examine her surroundings. She was laying on a beach, where everything was silent but the soft grumble of the waves as they crashed against the land. Behind her was a dark, ominous jungle that gave off a hostile feel that made her skin crawl. She jumped as a bird let out a hostile screech, warning the dog to stay away from it's nest. "Where... am I?" she breathed close to silently, her voice thin and raspy.

[Apocalyptic_Punk]

Punk heard someone call for help, it was a weak cry, he stared down at the water debating on going to the cryer then with a sigh he marked the area so he could find it again and headed back to the beach. His body ached from the battering it had taken. He trotted out onto the beach sniffing the air he could smell at least 2 other dogs on it. He barked loudly drawing attention to himself or at least he hoped he would. If anyone was able to come to him they would. He sniffed the air again and continued on towards the one who'd called for help.

[Ourpawprints]

Sandra searched through her memory to figure out what must have happened. She was in the boat, stuck in her prison cell of a cage not long before it happened. A loud, thunderous noise boomed suddenly that caused her ears to start ringing. Then she was thrown forward, her cage was rolling. The door of her cage swung open and the dog leaped out onto the top of the boat, and soon realized how the boat was tipping.

Sandra lunged at a rail and bit it, holding onto the rail to prevent herself from falling. For a few dreadful moments she hung there, terrified. But her grip gave way and she fell, clawing at the boat desperately as she fell. Her head began pulsing as it hit against one of the barrels rolling down. The shout of humans and the roar of the fire blocked out her hearing. She blacked out eventually, unable to remember what happened afterward.

Sandra sighed, putting two and two together. She must have fell into the ocean while she was unconscious, and washed up here. She examined herself, trying to see if she had any major injuries. It was really nothing more but cuts and bruises, all pretty minor. But her head ached horribly.

[imagine.]

Max awoke from his slumber with the scent of a fire in his nose. He couldn't pin-point its exact location but he could smell it's strong scent nearby. He watched as the crew panicked and jumped off the ship, he watched the other dogs howl and bark to be freed and lastly he saw crew being engulfed by the fire. He knew he needed to get out of this cage, or face a firey demise. How do I get out of here?! He thought, then it hit him. He could try to break the lock of the cage with head or try to get the attention of a crew member who wasn't in the water. Max went with his first option and rammed his head straight into the cage's lock, he noticed that the cage door had began to open at the bottom. One more time will get me out! Max smiled at the thought of getting off of this ship, he'd rather tread water instead of getting burned to death. He went as far back as he could in the cage and then let the door have it. It opened! He ran out of the cage towards the side of the boat, the dogs and people down there didn't seem to be trying. He would. He would get to safety, far away from this ship.

Max blinked open his eyes to find himself laying on the shore of an island, he looked at his surroundings. There was a dark, strange jungle next to him. He could hear the birds chirping and the faint screech of chimpanzees. He didn't know where he was, or if he was the only one. He hoped that other dogs had made it to safety and that he wouldn't be alone on this island. Just then, he picked up the faint call for help. Max looked in the direction of the call, but he didn't see another dog only the large beach.

[Ourpawprints]

Sandra heard a bark in the distance. She let out a sigh of relief, she wasn't the only one here. She raised her head up and let out a long, melodious howl, the songs of her ancestors. It was how wolves communicated from long distances and now she howled for the same purpose.

Sandra raced across the beach and toward the bark, her paws kicking up sand behind her as she sprinted. The moment the silhouette of a dog in the distance entered her vision she let out a loud bark of excitement. She slowed down and lowered herself to the ground, watching to see how the stranger will react. Sandra had to hold herself back from running up to the dog. No, that would only scare him off.

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[omori]

Suddenly Abi's ears pricked up. A faint howl was heard, and some scents were wafting through the air. Relief flooded through her as her panick level began to fall. Oh, good, she thought. Others. With all the strength she could muster, Abi sat up. Wincing a bit, the shepherd sucked it up and pushed to her paws. With a deep breath she stepped forward and tumbled to the ground.

Huffing with frustration she stood up again, this time successfully walking across the sand. "Hello?" she called out, yelling over the squeals and calls of the mysterious jungle. A small bark escaped her lips. If anyone was out there, she hoped they'd come.

[Ourpawprints]

(okay ilovemycat, join in whenever you like)

[Apocalyptic_Punk]

((Assuming Sandra has seen me)

Punk turned his head at the howl pausing in his search for the one calling for help. He pricked his ears studying the dog who came running towards him then wisely stopped and lowered itself to the sand. He wagged his tail to show them he wasn't in the mood to fight, right now he was in the mood to survive and others working together was the best way to do this. He barked in greeting. "Hello! He said waving his tail in greeting still.

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Sasha hit a cocoanut against a rock and it opened. She drank the milk from it.