As expected, there was refusal as opposed to him accepting her kind offer. To which she was more than willing to accept. There was no sense in continuing to pester the male when it was clear he had no intention of accepting her helping paw, rather he was content to try and keep himself standing on his own. However awkward it might have been.
As the mountain came alive beneath him, she heeded its desires to flow towards the grounds. A pull of nature leading any that stood upon it in the hopes of falling into its embrace. Dangerous yet welcoming, and a pattern of motion all too familiar. Feeling the tendons of her limbs coil, she sprang from her stone to the slope of the mountain. Her paws were spread wide to encompass what she could with their full girth, then was swiftly taken by the slide, though she did not resist. Instead she let the rocks slip beneath her paws then pushed off when able to grasp a sturdier platform under paw. Her companion, however skillful on land, did not appear to have as much sense of his surrounds or grace while on the mountain.
She looked sidelong to him as he remained pressed to the ground. She might have assumed he was injured had it not been for the smug expression on his muzzle. Her own maw twitched. Did he believe this was a victory somehow? How then did he expect to return to his domain? Slide and roll until he eventually hit the ground? Wanting no more of his expression, she turned from him to look below to a smoother path naturally carved into the mountain. She had only ever used it once, as it felt too much like the stable ground for her liking. Although for a learned plains-dweller, such a path might have proved ideal.
Yet since her prior offer for aid was refused, she could only clear her throat and point her muzzle toward what lied below. |