A Stone's Throw from Death

At first Peregrine scrambled out of the way, having seen the rock Karabela had her eye on. No way did she want to get smushed by that! Of course, when the other fae pronounced it a team effort, she clambered up the slope more than gleefully. "Bring it on, boulder!" she hooted, excited by the challenge. This behemoth of stone was more than one wolf could work with, possibly more than two, but it was placed so precariously near the edge that Peregrine held her hopes up high. She placed her shoulder against it, finding the best possible position before locking her silver eyes with the other woman's golden counterparts, an exuberant glint having taken hold there. "One... two... THREE!!!" She put her back into it to say the least. Pushing with all the force afforded to her and only hoping that her friend was doing the same, Peregrine waited for the first sign that the boulder was doing anything other than resisting them. She knew it would make a clamor loud enough to rouse the gods if they managed it, but at this point she could only hope!