Deepwood Weald King of the Rock

She looked at Damien, her brows pinched together which rearranged the stars that decorated her forehead. She supposed her plan was rather reckless, but just waiting it out? Was that really a better idea than go for the advantage they now had over the beast? She looked even more worried when he rose his chin to howl but was distracted by the shuffling of paws. She was just about to warn him, just about to leap in front when the cat already had her lover tumbling down the hillside. Damien! She called out in a panic, jumping after them as if her own life depended on it. Suddenly her fear of heights was overshadowed by the fear of losing Damien and she was quick to join the dogpile to free him, together with Midar of course.