A wordless bark, and Bash finds himself lifted up and onto her back. It's a practiced, familiar motion. This too takes her back, to Kushi and the false fox priestess.

Once there, there's a moment of timeless fluidity and splashing ink, and then warmth and wind. This convenient breeze will dry him off in no time, surely. ... Well, perhaps some more effort will be needed, but it's a good start.

Ammy starts what amounts to a light jog, -do dogs jog?- and behind her trails mostly phantasmal flowers and lilypads. She barks, and her voice is warm and soothing. "How did you end up so drenched, I wonder." As before, she doesn't really expect a response.