A mostly sunny day he headed away from the grove in hopes to nab a bite to eat. He had not hunted for himself, and he was craving something fresh. He was hoping to get enough courage to find Volkan. He did not know where she lived now, and had started the task at the falls. He had last seen her there, and though it was childish he imagined startling her in the rocky cavern. It was empty, and his nostrils breathed in the old scents. It took only that for the doubt, and depression to creep back into his soul. Why did he have to see her? Then, and now? A quiet whine no one would hear he quickly turned his back, and started up the rocky outcrops of the heigths.

All the stretch up the hill he pushed himself, letting his muscles burn with his rushed motion. All the while a debate went in his head. Should he see or should he not? He was quite obsorbed in this mental fight, and the landscape before his paws. He didn't realize how high he was getting. Often he grumbled to himself about Rhysis, Volkan, and the sharp rocks that now and again scraped the soles of his paws. He was brewing at the edge of rage when a yelp with the rumbling of rocks broke into his dark cloud over his head. A turn of his head he looked ahead, down, and then up. He may have heard a yelp, but he was till surprised to see a cream cloaked maiden headed his way. Oh damn!

He dug hard against his own footing before pushing off, and climbing to reach her. He didn't think about his own safety, or if he would get her. He moved, trying to place himself infront of her so she wouldn't fall. If his plan would work, he did not know.

i always think of shutterfly when i see aisling. xD

He braced his paws hard against the hard rock, and small debri of snow and dirt. Ignoring all her protests. What kind of wolf would he be to watch her fall to a miserable death? He didn't think that was her intention and if so she would have to do so some where else. Everything happened quickly in his eyes, she slid, and bumped into him neither one moving any further down. He grinned at the small victory his topaz stare looking at the closed eyes of the maiden. Had she been that scared? She was light as a feather, and it'd been easy breezy to stop her. He did not speak nor move waiting for her to realize they weren't going any where. She startled away from him. His ears had to bend, and strain to catch what she was muttering.

Taking the time to listen he caught the gist of it, and a grin further encased his muzzle. Turning his head his eyes seeked out the meek wolf. "Die? Psh." He said giving a slight shake of his coat, yet trying to keep his paws firm against the ground. It was a nasty fall, but he wouldn't have taken the trip straight down. "If you climb further up the mountain you might," he was quick to add, lifting his chin to take a good ook at the Mountain of Dire. What had Uncle Honijo seen it that place? It was beyond him. He curled up his right paw, and licked at a pesky stone working it's way between his pads before placing it down to peer back at the girl. "What are you doing way up here?" He asked, a curious tilt of his head.