This Love is Gonna be the Death of Me

He paused mid stride, his train of thought derailed by the calamity of something falling into the ravine. He peered over the jagged edge and looked down at the night black woman resting at the bottom. “Are you alright?” He asked, cocking his head to the side as he watched her slowly right herself. The outcry of pain and her apparent discomfort sent a wild panic through him and in an instant, he was bounding nimbly down the rock walls to join her. “Is your leg broken?!” He barked, fear and worry plain on his face. He supposed he could have been more delicate when approaching her, he was after all quite large.

“Can you climb?! Do you need help?!” He pressed, far too frantic to worry about what she might have thought of him in that moment, or to even attempt to greet her non-threateningly.

The bottom of the ravine he found was an entirely different world than the lush forests above. The ground was littered with bones of prey and wolves alike that hadn’t been as fortunate as the woman who had survived the fall. Almost as an after thought he raised his head to gauge just how far she had fallen and saw that the ravine ran far deeper than he had anticipated. The trees above them seemed so much smaller from the bottom of the sheer drop and the sun that had been shining before him was now completely obscured by the rock walls.

He turned his head left and right, searching for an accessible way he and the woman could escape, absolutely convinced that the woman’s paw had been broken.

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