Redsand Canyon I prefer the pain, you tellin’ me

Oof-!

Leigh falls to the ground with a thud, pulling Donovan with her. And for a very, very long moment, she hates herself. A little part of her dies inside.

The initial weight is suffocating. Although the woman had a thick pelt of fur, her frame itself was still frail and thin. There was nothing to pillow the fall, and now, there was nowhere to go.

She was sure they looked ridiculous. The she-wolf hadn't planned the action well enough to land with her paws beneath her chest in case she were to need to push herself up. Instead, her position was awkward, uneven. She gave herself no advantage whatsoever. And feeling Donovan go limp above, his limbs spread out across her body, well-

-she knew she was doomed.

With a frustrating huff, ears flattened against her skull and face holding an irritated expression, she gave in. Don won.