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SOSU 309
When his arms were nearly ready to give out and the grip of his feet on the slippery, moist leaf-covered ground began to fail, she finally crawled over the edge. Immediately, he dropped the rope and rushed over to help her out. She had managed by herself, though, and as she gathered her composure, her voice joined his amusement, and together they laughed it off. He was glad that she wasn't blaming him for falling in the pit; after all, it had been she who'd gotten too close. "Who'm I gunna tell?" he asked with a laugh, shaking his head as he bent down to pick up the rope and begin coiling it again. To his surprise, though, she came close to him now and even pulled him closer to her in a hug. He wasn't about to fight it, and he found his body pulled easily towards hers, leaning his head in to catch her soft words in his ear. Icy blues disappeared as his moist pink nose nuzzled once into her neck; they shot open again as she planted a single kiss on his cheek. Maggie was thanking him, and now Denver could not even manage to say "you're welcome". Instead he held onto her as she moved to let go, and he pulled her close once again, looking her over with a concerned face before he asked, "That deer didn't getcha or nothin', did it?" He had to be certain she hadn't been harmed, and his hands roamed the thick fur covering her body quickly to check for wounds. Finally his fingers rested on her cheek, and trailed down to her chin where they stayed as his eggshell pupils found her emerald ones. Then, without hesitation, his tongue trailed across her muzzle in a very canine act of affection that he was not ashamed of.