Porcupine Ridge simmer down boy

The earth beneath his paws was solid, there was not a single tremor, at last they were safe. Slavik still let out heavy breaths, dropping his head and trying to regain a collected and steady state. He glanced up when she gave her thanks, and gave an exasperated nod, You’re welcome, was all he could manage back. She then apologized for her panic, though Slavik missed her embarrassed look. He trotted towards her a few steps, sniffing for some sort of injury. He’d thought maybe she’d freaked cause he’d hurt her, but he didn’t smell blood.

It’s ok, are you hurt? he asked, a little puzzled as to why she’d resisted his aid.