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Slavik continued to pull at her scruff, eyes locked on the falling crag that had almost been them. He was completely spaced out for a moment, in terror but of a different kind than hers, but he was jolted back to reality upon noticing- they weren't moving. He looked down to the girl and saw her struggling against him, fear in her eyes. Somehow his heavy breaths had drowned out her whines, and he hadn't noticed the horror she was in.

He didn't know what he'd done, but he was afraid he'd hurt her. He let her go quickly, and stepped back, one of his hind legs nearly buckling. The cacophony of events was scrambling his brain, he turned and scrambled up the remainder of the slope, hoping she would follow.