Building Courage
04-20-2015, 12:04 AM
Walk | Talk | Think The sound of her voice drove the young wolf to keep digging and pulling at the pile of debris before him. Blindly, he worked to free her from the mess that he could only feel and smell in front of him within the darkness, noting the subtle changes in her voice as she spoke that indicated to him how much closer to her he was and how much further he had to go. Fear was mostly overridden by desperation, keeping him in the moment to act and not get distracted by worrying or second guessing. Without knowing just how damaging the crumble of cave wall had been Miksa understood without fully comprehending that every second was precious and could not be wasted. He needed to free her as quickly as possible. At last his reaching paws felt her instead of the rocky mixture that had captured her, and with more care he continued until he heard her shift free and stumble coughing away from the pile of rubble. His ears stood straight and fixed on the sound of her as he turned himself to face her in the darkness, desperately searching for any sign of her that he could see while he listened to the sounds of life coming from her. She's free, he thought to himself, almost succumbing to relief before he realized that they were only partway out of danger. The cavern had just proven itself dangerous and untrustworthy. Getting out and away from the place would likely do them a world of good. Dust and dirt still dulled his sense of smell, but he still drew in quick breaths to try and pinpoint the young black wolf, stepping toward her. He heard shifting and he followed it, using her voice as a guide while she thanked him. It was probably the fright that stole her voice from her and left her phrase unfinished, and he was sure he had detected something like a lump in those spoken words, but comfort was not their first priority, even as he reached her. His nose and muzzle finally found her shoulder, and stepping in close he gently nosed at her neck and tear-streaked cheek. They must have been a mess from the scent of things. Miksa lifted his head as he stood beside the girl and glanced in either direction away from them, attempting to get his bearings after the frightful adventure they had endured. No light, no scent, no real clue as to which direction would lead them to safety, but if he recalled correctly... "This way, come on," he stated quietly, his voice rough and weary as he turned to lend the distressed girl his side. He stepped forward carefully, making sure not to lose her, and did his best to match his pace to hers as he directed their path back toward the cavern's entrance and the relative safety of the woods beyond. |
