your love is gonna drown.

Harlyn watched the wolf as he debated his next move, biting her lip nervously.  She was thrilled when she got his attention, though she sucked in a deep breath in trepidation, worried that perhaps her distraction would cause him to misstep and take a tumble.  Fortunately, he wasn't quite as dumb as he seemed to be to her (I mean, come on... look at him right now!), for he was able to redirect his attention without plummeting to his death.


She frowned at his response, for he did have a point.  How was she supposed to help?  She heaved a sigh at his question.  She was usually a very patient woman, but to see wolves putting themselves in danger so needlessly... Well, she had little patience for such recklessness, that was for sure.  "Yes, but I usually prefer to take one of the less... vertical paths," she answered, taking a few steps along the ledge, "I might be able to guide you towards a safe path up?  Let me look and see..."  Her eyes swept away from the male along the various ledges and crags that lined the wall of the gorge, hoping to discover just what she'd offered to find.