Moonspear teekon by night

He heard Charon curse, knowing it meant nothing good. Dash couldn't go up, no where to go on either side of him, and he refused to even look down. His body was pushed against the rock wall, as if he could push it back and make a bigger ledge. As if Charon had read his mind, he asked if there was a way below him. His look in response said it all: He just didn't want to find out.

After a few moments, though, he knew he would have to get up the courage to look if he wanted to get off this ledge. Keeping Floki's advice in mind, he slowly made his way, inch by inch, to the edge of the rock, his body getting lower and lower as he got closer, until he was on his belly. Then, he peaked over the edge to see if there was a way out.

It didn't look so bad down below. After about another ten feet of rock, it turned into underbrush, and it wasn't a straight fall, it was inclined. He'd have to slide again, but if he aimed it right, the landing wouldn't be so hard. He looked back up to his pack mates. I-I'm going to try and slide down. Meet me down there, he said, his voice a little shaky. If he got hurt, at least he knew they weren't far away and might be able to help him.

Dash made his way to the side of the ledge, testing out a leg on the incline. It stayed in place, and he added his other front leg. He knew once he put all his weight on the incline, he would begin to slide. With a deep breath, he did just that, sliding head first down the embankment. He gained more momentum than he thought he would, and wasn't able to slow himself down. He hit the undergrowth of the forest and began to tumble head over paws. He went several yards before he stopped and sat up. He knew he was going to be sore after that, and there were leaves and debris in his fur, but he didn't think he was injured. He looked around for Charon and Floki.