said the king to the river

A storm was not at all a terrible thing. It simple was a prospect for adventure and newness. For now he could seek shelter by the shoreline, hopefully with some new company at his side, and search for some place to hide out from the storm. The idea of waiting out a storm at the sea sounded quite appealing to him.. though perhaps a bit reckless, but he wasn't one to fear and certainly not one to worry much. A grin adorned his face, despite the rain that dripped freely from his pelt now, as he gazed up at the one he assumed was a stranger. Rather than bounding down quickly, he paused, and even his posture seemed uncertain. Perhaps with good reason. A soft chuckle left his lips as he watched the man's hesitation, and final decision - as he called out his agreement and began his descent.

Quickly he would move closer to the cliff, knocking the rocks were quite slick now, and he would feel terrible if the wolf fell. But he hadn't really expected him to fall, and he swore time slowed down as he watched Nagendra briefly lose his footing on the rocks. His expression shifted into something more akin to worry - eyes widening, and mouth unhinging slightly -  as he reached forward, as though he might catch him, but in the rain that seemed to pour down his forehead and impede his vision, he mostly just collided with him.  

"Ankeeksi!" he would say quickly, moving back to eye the wolf better. Before recognition kicked in, he leaned in close to make sure his limbs were intact, and that he could smell no blood. It seemed he was okay, if not a bit shaken up, and it was partially his fault. And, he thought to himself, I know him! The recognition would flash suddenly across his face as he squinted his eyes, worry fading from his face as a grin took over.  "Nagendra!"  he would exclaim, his tail beginning to wag behind him in a wide arch.  "Are you okay? Hurting you was not my intention. Not that I realized it was you at all." If he had, he probably would have been a bit less reckless in his invitation.