Swiftkill-journey of the pack

Chapter 2 part 2/3

Suddenly the rocks around the group began to move. The wolves started slipping as they lost their grip of the stones around them. "Move" shouted Swiftkill "run towards the river" the wolves stumbled and grasped and gripped on the the rocks the best the could. "My cub" cried a mother "help my cub" Swiftkill turned and ran back towards the mother who held on to two of her cubs in her mouth but a third was sliding away towards the mountain edge. Swiftkill leaped and grabbed the cub in her mouth just as it was about to slid over. She scrambled back onto the rocks, the lose stones about her not helping her progress. Swiftkill was still sliding backwards, her back legs slid off the side of the mountain and she dug her claws into the ground below the stones that were falling around her. Panicking she tossed her head and threw the cub towards the pack. Another wolf immediately caught it and ran on towards the river. Swiftkill used her mouth to grab on to anything around her but she was slipping backwards. Her body now hung over the ledge and just her head and front paws clung to the rocks above. Finally as she thought she could hold on no longer she felt something grab her neck. Her body was slowly pulled back onto the ledge as the final rocks fell to the ground below. Another wolf then flopped down next to her and a familiar voice said "I said that the pack needs you". Swiftkill looked across, it was Troy. He had seen the rock slide from below and had raced back up the mountainside, and just in the nick of time. "Now I think we should continue quickly, nightfall is coming". Swiftkill nodded and stood up. Weary and hungry they headed back towards the rest of the pack.