Falling With Style
11-18-2024, 07:37 PM
Was Ballad supposed to be out here? Probably not. But the scent of his brother leaving the pack lands had caught his attention. It could have been just a make believe rule in his head, or one he hadn't outgrown as a much smaller pup. But they were pretty capable of themselves right? At his age and size, especially compared to his brothers, Ballad didn't quite feel like he fit that bill. Still he found a curiosity in going after Kolt. He need to expand his horizons. There were different phases of life certainly. To his surprise, when his eyes laid on his brother, he was near the bottom of the fjord face to face with a bear. Ballad too froze for the moment, more like a few seconds but it felt like everything went into a stand still. Should he call for help? Uncle Art would have been able to handle the beast all on his own he thought. But he didn't think there was any time for that. Or would anyone even hear his call? And in the end, he sprung into action himself. He was hurried to make it to the two of them, claws sliding and losing grip on the stone surfaces as he made haste. He fell a couple times, leaving a few minor marks on his hips and rump. And then seemingly out of nowhere was he leaping fearlessly up to the bear's shoulders. He didn't quite make it that far, but still made a bite grasp about mid height on the side of the bear, at the perfect angle where he couldn't be thrashed with a large paw. There wasn't much trajectory in his attack, more just luck on acting immediately. And at least it would distract the monster long enough for Kolt to get his paws under him again. |
