Romance is in the air...this is probably the most beautiful and scenic place in Blossom Forest. For the athletic and determined to come with their mates, for time away from pups. Only adults may come here; some of the ledges are too far apart for teens or pups to cross and some too high to scale.
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Posted on August 13, 2014 at 03:02:24 AM by Skipper
S K I P P E R His paw stopped mid-air when the voice of the girl rang out into the air. Blue eyes turned immediately toward the young ess, who had managed to push herself up onto her feet. How, though, Skipper didn't know. She had to be in so much pain. How could she even manage to support her weight? Skipper knew for a fact that anyone who fell down the cliff should not try to stand. And his thoughts were proven correct when the girl collapsed down onto the grassy earth once again. A little grin pulled over his lips when the faeling's words registered in his brain. Morgan. That was cute. Shaking his head slowly, Skipper walked out of the water, standing a few feet away from the ivory lass so that he could shake his pelt without splashing her with water. Once he was as dry as he was going to get, he sauntered back over to where she was laying and lowered himself down so that he was eye-level with her. "My name is Skipper," he said softly, dipping his head a bit in greeting. Another gentle smile pulled over his kissers, leaning his head down to rest on his paws. "But I'm far from a 'knight in shining armor'. Really, I was just at the right place at the right time. But you're welcome, for what it's worth." He finished with a soft chuckle. "I was on the way to the top as well. It's a hard journey, don't you think? But I'm sure we could have made it. Perhaps it would have been better if we had met each other sooner, hm?" He laughed again, reaching his paw out to gently nudge Morgan's paw. He lifted his crown, watching as a drop of blood began rolling down from a nasty looking knot on the ess' forehead. Pushing himself up, he walked back over to the river. He threw his gaze over his shoulder to meet Morgan's bright blue eyes. She was looking at him with an emotion that Skipper couldn't quite place. It sort of reminded him of the look his best friend Seerower had. The thought caused him to pause, if only for a few seconds, his head tilted and gaze falling down to the sandy terrain below the pads of his feet. He did miss Seerower. He would have to get in touch with the boy again. Shaking the thought from his mind, Skipper blinked his soft blue eyes and looked over at Morgan again. "Can you walk?" He asked, his voice gentle and tentative. He knew that she needed to clean her wounds, so it would probably be best if she could walk to the water and wash it off herself. If not, Skipper was sure he could find a way to transport the water over to her. ("This is how I talk")
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