sorry for the wait
His arms were growing tried, a burn setting deeply in their muscles. It was a pain that he could easily ignore, and the male continued to pull. If he lost his packmate now, or at all, Heath was still unsure what he would do. His hands held tighter at the thought, determination set thickly on his face. Then, as his gold eyes were set on the edge of the cliff, he saw the pale hand and then the face of the wolf reach over the rock. His heart slowed its rushing pace and he took a deep sigh of relief.
Niro celebrated his victory, and Heath could not help but smile. A small laugh came from his throat as Niro spoke to him, a big fat dinner? "I'll hold you to that." Heath said jokingly. He was happy to help, but there was something that he wanted ask. Though for a moment he wished to just take a deep breath and let the adrenaline that had seeped into his system fade away. He breathed heavily, though with each that he took it slowed and calmed. Niro drew the egg from the pouch, and Heath's honey eyes watched as he held it. It was huge.
"There's a baby bird in that?" Heath questioned with some disbelieve in his voice. "What are you going to do with it anyways?" He wondered.
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