Blackbeak Bluff don’t do it, don’t give it up

she continued to struggle, but wolves claws were not made for holding onto ice and rock.  she was no cougar with its massive paws, and she lacked the goat's pert hooves and grace to balance herself on the slight footholds of the bluff.  

someone approached, although his presence did not help.  her mother's baleful tone came to the forefront of her mind, reminding fawn that men cannot be trusted.  her eyes widened in fear as the large man approached her and even as he made to prevent her from getting herself into a worse situation than she was presently in, her whimpering became more frantic as tears sprung to life and pooled in her big doe-eyes.

noooo, she pleaded as the male's massive jaws found purchase at her scruff, aiding in her ascent.  she grappled desperately and found that with his assistance she was able to scrabble back to the top of the bluff.

she appreciated his help, but her mother's warnings were not so easily lost upon her.  who are you, she asks, more with the tone of a statement than a question.  why did you help me?