Ravenshook Cliffs Death mittens

Billie knew that sound.

Typically it was accompanied by something breaking or a shift in moods. Was this a shift in mood? Her barks had silenced as she stared down, trying to make out the figure. She was not sure if she could make it out with the motion of the waters and her beginning-to-fail sight.

How bad was it?

How far was it?

Her impatience had her front paws nearly hanging off the ledge as she crouched.

Then she was falling. Into the water.

Hardly the image of grace as she did it and for the moment, she forgot entirely about the other animal in the depths below.