Sorrel had expected perhaps to be ignored or for the other to attempt to call him back or say something he however did not anticipate the reaction that he found himself receiving. He heard the dull thud as she moved, crashing into the rocks behind her and would glance back with a frown in time to catch sight of her falling out of the little hole. The blur of a wolf scrambled up quickly and for a moment Sorrel feared for his own safety, was she going to attack him?
That was another wrong assumption apparently as suddenly she began to run off in the other direction. Stunned he watched her for a moment, not a particularly speedy girl he decided though the scent and sight of blood would catch his attention. Great, she was hurt and even better that was apparently somewhat his fault for startling her as he apparently had.
"Oi! If you hit your head you should be careful." He called after her, now starting to move to catch up with her. He'd suffered a nasty head injury himself once, knocking himself out and waking to find that life had been cruel enough to grant him with a bird flying around his head, and not in a cartoon manner. It hurt his head again just to think of the horrid headache he'd found himself with for days after that.
