An easy friendship
The cliffs was an area Odette had yet to explore. She was afraid of heights as a pup, for she had climbed a "large" grassy knoll in order to meet Baskilisk's eye level and couldn't climb down. In the end, the large purple male had helped her with a nip to her scruff and a quick descent was made to the sand. Just thinking of the purple brute made her close her eyes as she tried to remember his face. She knew he had grown already, perhaps into a more twisted and daring male than that first meeting. Oh, if only she knew!
When she remembered where she was, she stopped reminiscing and continued to concentrate. Odette was halfway between the ground and the top of the cliffs and she didn't want to fall to her death just yet. With determination, she continued to face upward and spring herself into each open crevice she could place her paws in. Strength waned in her front legs as she started to get tired, but she pushed herself with her hind legs until she felt the flat surface of the mountain appear. She had made it! |
