[color=OrangeRed][h1]IRONWOLF[/h1][/color]

Ironwolf was too busy running for his life to notice the drop off.
Both he and the girl tumbled down the gully wash, banged up and bruised.
The viking crawled over to the girl, "You better not be dead."
Seeing her squirm around on the ground, brought reassurance to him.
He stood up slowly, getting hus bearings straight, before picking the girl up and over his sore shoulder.
"You better be worth a lot, for all this trouble I'm going thru."
Ironwolf picked up his pace, as he ran down the ankle deep creek.
Once they we're far enough away, he stopped to rest a bit.
He leaned Marrabella up against a boulder, and removed her gag to offer her some water from his waterskin(canteen).
"Once we get back to the camp, we'll steal a couple of horses,  make traveling easier for you princess. " smiled Ironwolf.