Porcupine Ridge simmer down boy

Ruenna looked up at the voice. Her rescuer's pelt was a startling shade-- the color of the flatland grasses in summer-- but his size was the part of his appearance that most occupied Rue. He was so very large, and he was moving toward her ledge. Her tiny, breakable ledge, which was already cracking under her much-less-significant weight. 

"Careful!" she gasped as the cracks in her ledge deepened. She nodded at his suggestion and dropped back down to her belly to wiggle forward. When she was about half a wolflength from the sunny boy, an ominous cracking sound propelled her to leap forward with the prayer that the stranger would catch and steady her. The piece of the ledge she had been standing upon moments ago crumbled away.