Honeyed Pasture d r i f

LOL, I am.

Gunnar's frenzied state was added ten fold as the pup waved, oblivious to the danger. Sweet gods. He prayed to all of them, as hard as he could.

A vile concoction of meat and milk fell into Gunnar's open mouth, and eyes. He growled and gagged himself, as the taste hit his tongue. He retched and tried to rub at the mess in his eyes. Oblivious to the child plummeting to it's death. 

Finally, with cleared eyes he dared a look up and gasped at the child falling towards the ground. He rushed, hoping to at least stop some of the descent with his own body.