Sheepeater Cliff The dark of summer

He couldn't imagine the pain she was feeling, let alone the embarrassment for making a fool of herself in front of a complete stranger. Allowing for a small leap to outwit her did not make for a very impressive hunter, but he would not judge her abilities on this single fault alone. Her disappointment was clearly evident on her features, so he offered a small wag of his tail to express his sympathy for her predicament.

Amber eyes briefly searched her expression when she turned to face him. Her nose was split and bleeding and looked very sore to the touch. "You'll heal." He assured her, a confident smile written in his gaze. Teklar was certain there was a comical answer to her question, one that might lift her spirits from the crashing blow she had just been dealt, but he struggled in finding the humor in her situation. With careful calculation, the large male bounded to stand alongside her on the small ledge. There was scarcely enough room for the both of them to stand comfortably, and even less room for a struggle should she become uncomfortable with his close proximity.

Extending his muzzle, he sniffed her wounds but did not dare to touch. "I dunno, I think it might fall off..." He teased, tail lifting with a wave to compliment the humored smile in his gaze.