Looks like a pump, feels like a sneaker
Modesty
Storm Herald
Master Navigator (306)
Master Intellectual (260)
Fleet-footed
Professor
5 Years
Female
62
NachoMumma
Modesty’s chest was against something solid, one paw dangling in the open air. She could have scooted back if her eyes hadn’t been looking straight down. There was a tightness in her chest and the smile had been wiped clean off her face. Her stomach was protesting and she wasn’t sure if she was going to vomit or poop herself with fear.
There was a pressure at the base of her tail that bought her back to earth and she was overcome with a different sort of panic. She couldn’t poop on the wolf that was trying to save her! Again! She shuffled her weight back from the edge, face burning as she found her balance again, breath short and body shaking against she forced an unsteady smile onto her face. "Thanks Gil, you saved me again!" Now get away from my butt! It’s dangerous down there right now! she wanted to scream, but couldn’t bring herself to voice the words.
Up, she had to get up! The fireflies were floating around her, although whether it was in annoyance that she had stopped or concern, she wouldn’t hazard a guess. Rising onto her feet again, and stepping closer to the rising cliff face, she gave herself a shake, the whispering and giggles more insistent now, the trail of fireflies growing thicker. "We better see what they want!"
"speech".
Holy, devine in your power
