scare the monsters out

Before her, the small stone, slightly smoothed on one side, sparkled with a rainbow fires, each hue striking against the milky backdrop. Her attention waned when from somewhere above her, a voice called out, rife with concern for the white furred wolf that was laid sprawled in the mud. "Ah..." The whites of her eyes formed crescent moons at the corners as she shifted her gaze from the glimmering gem to the dark furred wolf and back to the object of interest. There was a moment of hesitation, and in that elapsed time, the tip of the iceberg had nearly sunk below the murky surface, sucked down into the pooling water and peat.

With solemn resignation, she turned back to the youth, slowly closing her mouth as she turned her head to better face the stranger. "Oh! I think I am." Nothing felt wounded beyond minor bruising, save for her pride which had suffered a major embarrassment. Still, to be sure, she gave everything a little wiggle to ensure that it all worked properly. "Yup, I'm fine. Just tripped on something." A pitiful excuse to relay, but she could not come up with anything better, for at that moment, another wolf had approached.

His sudden appearance, distracted as she was by the former, caught her off guard as she whipped her head to face hte ruddy furred male, pale eyes growing wide when she saw what he held carefully between his teeth. "The stone!" She gasped in delight, struggling to free her limbs from the stubborn grasp of the bog. "I saw it right after I fell, but I thought it had sunk out of sight..." Again, the heat of embarrassment struck her across the face, but there was a hint of gratitude in her voice.