Frantically searching for my little ones, calling out for them. Hours and hours passed by when the storm finally ended yet I still couldn't find my children. More hours passed till I was forced to rest my tired body. Slowly closing my eyes. As I drifted in the waters currents.
A Day or two passed when I woke to the burning feeling of the sun pounding against my skin. Looking around as I could feel sand under me, realizing I was on a small beach. Lifting my body up I could feel how weak I was, turning my head to see how far I was from the tide. My eyes grew in shock as the tide was pulled about 150 feet away. Slowly I stood, my legs shaky as my skin was dry, I tried to walk but I only fell, my throat was dry and my stomach screamed as I looked around weakly, not understand what or how I had happened to become so weak and dehydrated. I collapsed back onto the during sand, my vision blurring as I could see a few figures running up to me. I let out whines and warning growls as my vision faded to black.
