your love is gonna drown.

While Harlyn searched, the wolf she was attempting to save seemed to be distracted by trying to get her to be just as reckless as he was.  She shot him a frown, but kept quiet, taking a few more steps while she continued to search.  She had no intention of joining him, and so she was fully intent upon ignoring whatever other fool thing came to his lips when suddenly, the shifting of rock and the rush of his voice mid-sentence stole her attention.


"NO!" she barked as she dove back to the cliff just above him, straining her eyes desperately to find him while a nervous whine slipped from her throat.  Swiftly she began to pace along the ridge's edge, unable to see where his body had fallen to.  With her emotion swelling so strongly in her chest, she was unable to help but toss her head back in a short howl, meant to encourage him to respond (if he was still alive, but she did not dare to think that yet), but also meant to expel some of her own anxious energy.