'You look normal. Yeah, right. With 4 paws and a tail, covered in dark-brown fur. 'Normal'. She gave her body one last shake, her earrings jingling slightly as her ears battered from side to side. Hjördis side-eyed the other with an incredulous glare.

Mythris. Mythris. On her shore. Where the hell was that? Hjördis whined again—she could hardly control it at this point, her throat made the sounds on its own. Well, I wanna go back, she swiveled her ears back against her nape, I don't like it here, I— She looked around again, movements growing frantic. I don't know where I am, and my family—they must be worried sick...

Rising onto her paws, the girl began to pace along the shore. There's gotta be a way out! She wanted to wade into the water again, her paw raised over the water that lapped against the sand; but before her body entered, she remembered the stranger's words.

'I wouldn't recommend swimming out there.' Her head tilted slightly, colorful eyes shifting to look up at her. Surely the... so-called owner of this shore knew better than herself about this place? Hjördis lapped her tongue awkwardly over her lips, suddenly wary of what may reside beneath the undulating waves. Another riptide? Another portal? Maybe next time, she'll be a cat instead. No, dear god no. Hjördis loved cats, but she would much rather be a formidable wolf than a little kitty. At the notion, she backpedaled back away from the water.