- the suns going to shine, and sometimes the clouds will rain.
No protest from Kiche she had made it on her way. She did not realize at all how absorbed he was in his thinking, she was letting her own mind race with what ifs. And upon the high rock she waited as the scene unfolded beneath her. She had no idea what Kiche was seeing, but his stance changed marginally from hostility to peaceful. It was seeing this, her ears flipped downward, and she leaned downward trying to get a look for herself. She could not see anything but dark, unknown figure about her size if not smaller. When Kiche backed away Arlette's heart fluttered at his odd coughing wondering if this was some kind of singal. Before she could make heads or tails of it he spoke, asking quite sweetly, the sweetest Arlette had ever heard him talk to a stranger, to come out. Would she? She asked herself, feelng the odd prickling cold feeling on the back of her neck. It was extremely rare to see Kiche be so...friendly. Especially to some unknown lady. Arlette could possibly like her, but she would have to see for herself. The quick breaths of the girl, panic if Arlette ever heard it, drummed loudly beneath her paws, being made louder in the curve of the rocks. Softly whine played in her throat. It's alright. She wanted to assure the wolf. If Kiche was alright with her, what did she have to fear? The young Lyall wish she could convey this to the female. Like always answers just were in the stretch of a paw. They were elusive.
After a moment the lady pulled herself into the open sunlight, but she looked anything but fine. Arlette had never felt sympathetic to a stranger, but right then she did. If their places had been traded she would have been the same way. For a moment her body wanted to be scared to by the high exposure radiating from the wolf. Arlette was focused, and tried to concentrate her senses on the world around them. The warm sun on her flesh, Kiche's new approach, and the fresh breath she would almost think was the mountain's. An heavy frown upon her face she let her eyes shift to Kiche's wondering what he was thinking, or what they should do with the wolf who was so very scared. Arlette wanted to prove to her she need not worry. To hush her whines, and still her shaking body. Those feelings were not exactly new to her. She often liked to comfort her mother, and sister. She felt an unsteady breath catch in her throat from her thoughts of uncertainty why she wanted to help the lady. It came back to empathy.
She could not help her up here. "It'ts...okay," she beamed, half cooed, slowly making her way down unto the same level. Then about half way down her brain was moving faster than her body, and her paw caught upon a tall enough rock, in a deep enough dip, and she was rolling down the rest of the rocky steps. The world was nothing but a spinning ride of colors, and hard hits to her tender frame. Since her momentum had not been to great, she stopped where she had first started the climb, a tangled mess of gangly legs, white, and brown splotches. "Owww," she whispered so quietly, letting her teeth cut into the edge of her gum to quiet any more sounds.