your love is gonna drown.

He fell.

And landed on a ledge just beneath the one on which he'd stood. He'd seen it. It was out of view from her angle, but it was big enough to hold him and low enough to conceal him from view. He waited, curious as to what she might do with his potentially fatal plummet to his doom and was not disappointed. She scrambled, hopping down the ledges, and whined for him. He snickered quietly. He was such a jerk.  

Kero popped his head up over the side. "Worried's a cute look for ya," he said, setting his head down on the ledge. He glanced toward her, rolling his golden hues in her direction. He still wanted to see if he could get down to the bottom of this river this way, but maybe that was for another day when he was on his own.  

He lifted his head from the spot and caught the scent of blood. Where he's rested his head was a small puddle of it. "That's not supposed to happen..." he mused, hopping back onto the ledge from which he stood. He ran his tongue over his muzzle, tasting copper upon his him. "Must have busted it." Meant his adventure was best cut short given his busted chin.

"Still wanna guide me up and outta here?"