There was nothing beautiful about her at all, not unless someone was attractive to ugliness. In her travels she would spend some of her time observing her own kind, at a safe range of course. She was curious to see how they interacted. Especially when she was a pup. She would sneak into pack territory and stay down wind to the south, so they would catch her scent, usually she tried rubbing herself in the bushes further more hiding her stench that screamed she was an unwanted loner. She would watch those of her kind, near her age, run around and play. How they would bow and hold their tails expressing their opinions and thoughts. Non-verbal communication…she didn’t understand it at first, but she picked up on it quickly. Though what she learned from non-verbal cues, she was aware of the ones being given to her by the brute beside her on the ledge. The way he looked at her, the way he held himself. He was relaxed and uncaring, his tail held slack. When he would stare at the sharp jagged rocks below he didn’t seem fazed by them, seeing his face as he pondered life and death he didn’t seem so upset…he seemed sure of himself. As if he made his peace. She had seen some wolves go out and do foolish things and not return. Yet she never had to be so close to it. When she saw him move forward, out of the corner of her eye, she had assumed he leapt. She didn’t hear him chuckle, but she could feel him fall from the ledge and she got nervous.

After hauling his pathetic carcass off from the ledge she was furious at him. As she stood before him, her ebony fur, trimmed with grey, bristled upwards her cold indigo eyes never stayed away from his. As she stood there, irately, she just got angrier as he just laid there in a dazed fashion. The way he looked at her, he was keeping his eyes locked on hers, his face seemed happy, even though he nearly died. When she was feeling wrathfully, no one should be smiling at her- no one. Yet here was this fool half-heartedly speaking in jest as if his near death experience meant nothing. How dare he continue to act indifferent about this. Lowering her head she allowed her teeth to snap air, only a few inches from his nose. If he wanted to laugh at Death, the she would oblige in ending his life here and now, and truly understand why one should fear Death…why he should fear her instead of look at her like a complete utter fool.

She was ready to smack her paw in his face, wanting to give him a nice claw mark along his muzzle… so he would never forget, but when she tried she felt the ground below her suddenly disappear. Panicked she tried to leap forward, but only her front paws made it. She tried pulling herself, her claws making scratching noises as she felt her lower torso move, her back legs flailing trying to grab a hold of something. Indigo eyes widen as she felt something heavy drop in her stomach, a flicker of fear in her eyes as she looked to Jago. She couldn’t yell out help, not only because of pride, but because she didn’t want to open her mouth thinking it would make her lose focus on the fact that she was trying to get off from hanging off a ledge. When he froze, staring at her, she couldn’t help but bare her teeth at him with an ugly snarl. She had to save a pansy. If she died, she was going to take him with her, so she tried getting him with her front paws, wanting to take him down. Yet somehow he seemed to grow a pair of balls and decided to help her. Her jaws opened wide as she let out a low growl when his paws pressed down roughly on hers. Knowing he was trying to save her, held her restraint to bite at him. She lowered her head exposing her neck, knowing full well what he had to do…the pain would be worth it- she would live. As he lunged for her, she closed her eyes clamping her mouth shut, trying to refuse the urge to clamp her own jaws on anywhere she could on his body…she was prone to attacks and her instincts were screaming that she was in a life-threatening event, she couldn’t beat a crumbling rock formation or gravity but she could take the life of another wolf…too bad if she did that she would die, which really, she was trying to avoid that. So while he dragged her upwards she made her body go limp, knowing she would fight to resist being pulled. When he lost his ground and hold on her, she let out a skosh whimper…the last time she whimpered was when her parents drove her out and she was abandoned all alone in the mud.

When he finally managed to get her off the ledge she felt her body fly forwards and she found herself lying on top of him. She couldn’t feel her body. She couldn’t feel anything. Her mind was in a daze. As she was on top of him she could feel her nerves spaz out. Her heart was hammering against her ribs, she could hear it pounding in her ears, it was deafening. Part of her knew he could hear her heat beating at a rapid pace, showing that she was afraid. She was never afraid…it was weakness, and yet he would see that in her. He had no right to see that side of her. As he shuffled out from under her she tried getting up, but only managed to turn herself around, once again facing the valley below. She couldn’t keep her body up, due to her shaking and so her body fell to the ground. As he crept closer to her, she couldn’t help but quickly raised her head and snarl at him wanting to snap his ear off, as he voiced his question. With a disgusting sneer her malicious tone snapped out.

“I nearly died for saving your ass…of course I am not all right…”

She would lay her massive head over her paws. She could feel some blood trickle down from the bite wound that one couldn’t see so well because of the night and lack of moonlight to the coloring of her ebony fur. The only evidence that he would know she was bleeding as the droplets that rolled down her and touched the ground she was on, and the stench of that copper blood scent. She moved her body into a much more comfortable position lying down on the rock. In all her life, she managed to get herself out of any life-threatening trap, but this time…this time she got help. It damaged her pride. It wrecked her belief that she didn’t need anyone and she could do whatever she wanted. It made her think things…things she never questioned before. Her safety…and there were safety in numbers. Any evidence that she was still angry had vanished. Now it was nothing but sadness, regret, and a little bit of something else…she muttered softly, whispering under her breath as her eyes widen at an odd realization, she did something she had never done before.

“I did something…selflessly.”