Ravenshook Cliffs Lassie 2.0

Now came the issue of finding something long but sturdy enough to haul Towhee and X up over the slope. All she could think of to use would be a branch, but finding one sturdy enough would be tough. The trees that were in the vicinity were fairly scraggly, worn down from the sea breeze.

She had to go further away, back toward the woodlands which took a fair amount of time. Towhee, she hoped, would stay put and be fine- she knew Towhee would wait, as there was nothing that could keep Niamh from returning. 

None of the branches were long enough though- and the long ones that had fallen already were dry and brittle. She eyed a young alder, but had her reservations. It was long enough, though a bit thin toward the top, but as wide through, at least, as her foreleg at its base. And it was alive. There was no other way to go about it but bite and chew- so she did her best.

Her gums were bleeding and sore by the time she finally gave up. She chose another alder, then, and attacked it by digging at its base. It was taller, anyway, and thicker- so she dug through the dirt at its base and gnawed at the roots, spitting out dirt- but she was successful, chewing through enough that she could pull the tree free. It would have to do.

Tired and dirty, and with a jaw that was already sore she dragged the 12 foot alder back to the coast. She peered over the edge and barked, hoping to catch X’s attention. Hours had passed- but she was back.