Page 73 of Sohut's Protection

“Ready?” he asked.

Pale eyes met his and Clee-yo smiled a little. “Ready.”

With that, he slipped through the opening and launched himself off the edge, his claws protracting as he grabbed unto the rock at the last moment to swing himself unto the landing under the cave.

He just about heard her gasp of surprise.

“What the fuck?” There was a pause. “Shit, did he fall off again?”

There was worry in her voice and that made him feel a little bit…good. She cared enough about him to worry.

“Uh, Grout?” She called. “Sohut?!”

She used his name. He knew she had it in her.

“I’m fine. Jump,” he called. “I will catch you.”

“You must be fucking out of your mind.” Her response made him chuckle.

She cursed underneath her breath and he heard something along the lines of him almost giving her a heart attack. “Get out of the way, I’m coming down.”

Shortly after, a long twisted thing came falling from above. He’d hardly call it a rope, but it was close enough. It looked like she’d spent quite a long time twining various vines together to make something strong enough to hold her weight.

So she’d made precautions a long time ago in case her vine broke.

Impressive.

Looking up, his next view was that of two long legs shimmying down and he had to look away quickly when she came down farther.

He’d be looking right up under her skirt and he didn’t even have to see anything, the thought alone had him throbbing in his pants so quickly he had to turn away.

He heard when her unpadded feet hit the landing and was sure she was completely off the vine because the scent of slizz was unbearable again.

“Are you ok? You just launched off the cliff like you were on a suicide mission,” she said.

“Killing myself would be too easy.” He gave her a wry smile and he could tell she was trying to decipher his words, understand them.

She never would.

“Let’s go,” he said, turning from her and adjusting his satchel where it wouldn’t rub the new wounds her pet had inflicted on him.

“This way,” she said, stepping off into the brush in a direction he hadn’t thought she’d take. “I need water first.”

Walking behind her was a nice view, except for the ugly slizz glaring at him from her shoulder.

Even in the brambles and vines, she moved with grace and caution.

Her ears were flat against her head, and unlike his, it didn’t seem she could perk them, yet he had the distinct impression that she was doing just that.

She was listening for any unnatural sounds.

She had the strange piece of warped metal clutched in her hand as she made her way through.

He wasn’t even looking where she was headed. Watching her was far more interesting.

There was a soft wind blowing through the trees and if he could delete the smell of the slizz, he would be able to fully enjoy her scent and her scent alone.

The phekking slizz really needed a bath.

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