Well intentioned as they had been, they had clearly crossed the man's line. A great storm rolled in those pale blue eyes, and Juniper gasped as they locked with theirs. Startled by the fury aimed at them, Juniper let go of Dimas's fur. Ears splaying and tail curling against their hocks, Juniper took a step back.

Dimas would tip over the ledge on his own.

Oh—!

Juniper's face could be seen peering down at the larger man from over the ledge. Those widened oakwood eyes wincing at the heavy thwack with which Dimas hit the ground. With a soft oh dear muttered under her breath, Juniper turned from the ledge and bounded down the slope. A much kinder, and safer, way of reaching the downed man.

Dimas was rallying himself to his limbs by the time Juniper reached him. The small wolf held much more caution in approaching him, her head low and tail wagging slightly to pacify him.

Why would I gloat? All four legs bore his weight, and he didn't remain sprawled out in the dirt. That was a good sign. You are not hurt, are you?