Poets of the fall

Esperanza could sense the trouble coming from the rock. Emerald optics peering to see what would become a rock slide. Fear came into the female's gaze, but she walked toward to where she could smell someone was in trouble, a young pup who may have wandered out of the den. She dashed forward and could see someone trapped in a gap, soon running and guarding the young pup as the rocks slid into each other, taking the pain as she guarded the young pup from the threat of being crushed.

(sorry for small post)