Nocturne Summit BWP3: PREY OPPORTUNITY

The thrall looked up at the woman, who offered to help. She so longed to get out of this mess, but she knew she couldn't. "It's too risky! You could fall, and Floki's down there!" she shouted over the noise of the storm. Even if he had been one of the creatures that had enslaved her, the beta none the less, she couldn't leave him down there, not when there was a chance-

A howl reached her, low and weak, but it managed to punch through the noise of the storm. Her eyes squinted, she peered through the sheets of beating rain. Her green gaze fastened on a lump, one that stirred vaguely...Floki? She looked up at the female again, her eyes pleading.

Then she jumped. The thrall skittered and stumbled down the hazardous rock, heart leaping to and from in her chest as she struggled to keep close to the rock. The last few meters she stumbled, and automatically pulled her healing leg to her body. Her body fell the last couple meters, and her side burned with the blow. Her leg throbbed as it was jostled, luckily she had not landed in it. Her side was bruised, and bled from many small scratches hidden beneath her thick fur. 

Althaia hobbled toward the lump, wet, bruised and painful, and nosed it's side. She could detect the rise and fall of breaths, however weak, but did not know how long they would last. "Floki, sir?" she asked nervously, wondering if he would respond.

Perhaps another wolf in her position would be content to simply let Floki lie, at the end of the slippery rocks, and find pleasure in his obvious pain. He had been one of the one's to enslave her, had he not? Though Althaia, however hurt and angry she was, however many bad choices she had made, could not simply allow this wolf to be here alone and be quite alright with it.