Ravensblood Forest you'll always feel as though you tripped and fell.

Among all the wolves of the plateau, Finley was definitely up there in Fox's list of wolves that she liked. Peregrine, of course, held the top spot. And Lasher's recent actions had shoved him quickly to the bottom. Blue Willow and Dante lay somewhere above Lasher, but below Finley. So perhaps Finley was her closest friend at the plateau outside of Peregrine. What a strange thought, considering they really hadn't even spent that much time together. It was just that they clicked so well.

“His what?” Fox asked, but by the time the words left her muzzle, Finley had already taken her leap of faith. Eyes wide, Fox peered down into the dark hole, trying to see if she could spot her pack-mate... dead or alive. Squinting, she could see nothing. Just the darkness that gulped up any light that might have helped her to see Finley. And how, exactly, did Finley intend to get back up here? Had she even considered that? Fox thought not, especially since she was only considering that question now.

“Did you make it?!” she yelled, her voice echoing off the walls of the cave.