His mouth twisted into a hard line when the small female quickened her pace. To an outsider, she appeared feverish and losing patience for the rocky incline. August faltered for a second, his hind legs digging into the slope as to hold him up while he stared after her. Was it worth it to see her to the top, or would he be met with a more unfriendly greeting than the treacherous butte itself?
No, he would stay for the duration of her climb. Already, he saw the pebbles ricocheting off her paws, slapped away by her careless footfalls. He stayed at a slower pace and didn’t try to match the strange woman’s. Better that he live to buffer her fall instead of both of them tumbling back down to a foreseeable doom.
The boy was incessant with his body language, and tended to rely on it more than his verbal skills. However, whenever the other woman would slip or step on the wrong rock, he’d let out a low rumble of concern. Perhaps, if he saved her, this would all work in his favor and he might get a lead on where another pack would be. If not, he at least had found someone else to gouge directions out of.
August crinkled the area around his nose as a dust cloud passed over him, dulling his sense of smell and sight for a moment while his unwilling guide trekked onward in front of him. He wavered for a second, losing balance, and swiveled all of his weight to his front end in order to prevent a nasty fall. One green eye darted to the side to eyeball the depth he had already scaled since finding the girl, and the length at which he was above ground made him gulp slowly.
Despite his kiss with near injury, he dug into the earth and proceeded with their stagnant game of tag. While his muscles now ached with the amount of energy it took for him to scrape his body out of the dust, he was nearly drunk with the idea of getting to the top and making sure this girl climbed her mountain before they both tipped over the side.
Oct 11, 2018 03:01 AM — Post #3
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