"No." He answered. Simple, straight. "I made a promise and I will keep to it." A tone in his voice betrayed not everyone he knew kept to their promises. His red eyes followed the silver blur, his ears following the hoofsteps behind it. "If there is any way I can help, do tell me. I could put a branch in there and attempt pulling you up.." Gehirn mused. Though the walls of the crevice were likely sharp, and one would not want to be pulled up against those.

Herla listened to Gehirn’s instructions carefully. She wasn’t sure how well it was going to work but she was going to try her best. They needed to get out of this place and go back home before they were discovered by the dreaded two-legs. She fidgeted nervously on the slick rocks, still unable to see anything in the dark crevice but the ghostly white blur of Shiro’s white pelt. She heard the branch clatter along the crevice wall close by and feeling carefully with her hooves and outstretched nose, tried to locate it in the dark. “Okay, I’ve found the branch.” she said. She wrapped her front legs over it as best she could and tried to pull herself up the steep slope, reaching up to clasp the branch with her teeth to steady herself a little more. Her jaw grip was weak though, she had a deer’s dentition, lower incisor’s but only a hard upper palate, she could not grasp securely with her grazer’s mouth but she used it to help balance. She was glad it was dark so nobody could see how undignified she must look at that moment.

Herla heard the voice of the white stag slightly above her. How had he gotten there? She tried to edge a little further up the branch. The footing her rear hooves were resting on started to crumble and give way beneath her. She scrabbled to keep her footing, but the rock dissolved, she lost her grip and her balance and fell. It was a short distance, but she hit her head on hard unforgiving rock and landed awkwardly in a tumble among the sharp rocks. A muffled “Oomph,” escaped her lips as the air was knocked out of her. She lay unmoving, dazed, trying to catch her breath.

A deep breath, chest rising and expanding. It seemed she was alright, that was a relief. But for now it seemed better to wait until the sun came up. "I am so sorry. I thought it was a good idea.. Maybe we should wait, after all." His words were accompanied by a frown. He was a little dissapointed it hadn't worked out. Gehirn glanced into the direction of the portal, safety.
But for now. they would have to stay here. It was cold. But the dark's stag's thick fur would protect him, he knew. But where those down there as lucky? "Will you be alright?"

((of course! Would be a little impractical to rp every step of the way hehe. And also sorry again for being slow))

When his friend started, the raven flapped his wings once to keep his balance. He wasn't sure why the stag reacted the way he did, but he had his suspicions. Deer and roads sometimes weren't a good combination.

He looked down when the Red looked up. When their gazes met he tilted his head a little. "You okay?" he croaked. He looked up again. Some distance away was the lake. He had seen it when he was in the air -- a vast body of black water, faintly glittering in the distance. They were close to it now, and he thought the sky seemed lighter now. Dawn was on its way.

He felt a sudden urge to fly, to soar above the trees and see more the big water. "I will find you in a moment," he said to his friend, and then he took off. Black trees against an almost as dark sky -- a challenge! He navigated skilfully through the trees, wary of branches and other birds. After some time he was above the canopy and there it was. A great lake, stretching far in all directions. And at the horizon the sky was growing lighter, he was sure of it.

just want to keep it handy in the new track list...

"I know not." He stated bluntly, but seemed apparantly calm as he said so. He stopped to take a look around. Before them, an open clearing. A small man trail for the ones on foot, and the larger one for their machines some distance to their right. To the left, the lake, but there seemed to be an end to it in the north. There was also-- now that it's clearer to see, another uprising a mile off ahead. A hill covered in many trees, however not far from the human path. "There." He decided, looking up to the large bird perched upon his rack. "We need be quick. Might get rough as I move." He warned - understanding the dangers of the daylight hours, there was no time to loose.

The red raised his head to smell the air, and much to his dismay, the distinct scent of a man settlement between them and the mound. They couldn't stay here, however, so after a moment of hesitation, they left the safety of the trees, onto the man-made walk trail. It wasn't long before the harts walking esculated into a trot, too little time to take it easy. Before long, a building peaked over the trees and he slowed down thoughtfully. There was another small clearing to cross, between them and the trees. The building had a clear view down to the lake. Crossing would leave them highly exposed.

The scent of the air seemed clean enough, and he strolled out carefully. It was okay - man rarely came out as early as the birds would sing, and there were many birds singing right now. Most often heard would be the black birds and chaffinches. Many members of the tit family also joined the morning song, and far away the hart was sure he could hear a Nightingale over them, and felt very nostalgic indeed. Before long, they had safely reached the other side and disappeared into the darker woods.

Nearly there.

(Latitude: 54°32'54.84"N
Longitude: 3° 3'50.63"W
I soo look at Google earth typing these posts x_x lol)

He watched the light slowly envelop the world around. Things became more clearly slowly. He hadn't closed an eye all night, and as the light hit him it became visible the giant had changed as well. His dotted markings had left, the green circles around his eyes had turned a white-ish gray. On his chest, a dark red patch of fur. Though, he was not capable of looking at these things himself.
"Hm?" He answered the female voice below. "Are you awake?" His head turned again to look into the crevice. Things had become a lot clearer down there.

Herla looked up trying to spot an outline of the large Irish above her. The white stag, awoke and got to his feet, almost immediately leaping agilely to a rocky shelf above them. “We are awake,” she called above to Gehirn. She got too her own shaky feet. Everything ached. She was cold and hungry and her head throbbed. She squinted, looking at the thin shelf of rock Shiro had managed to climb up on. She knew she could not manage that. Now that daylight’s rays where reaching them, she could see that the crevice extended in both directions, it’s twist and turns obscuring what lay around the next bend. “I’m going to explore a bit, now that I can see.” she called. Hoping for an easier way out, she choose a direction at random and began carefully picking her way over the sharp uneven crevice floor. The going was slow and hampered by her exhaustion. She heard the faint sound of running water, the sweet smell reaching her nose. She realized how very thirsty she was and headed toward it. Finding a small trickle of water running down the crack of two rocks, she lapped at the natural spring. It had a pure, cool taste and felt lovely on her parched throat. It helped the fuzziness in her head.

Drinking the cool water had helped Herla gain a little strength and her sore muscles were loosening up a bit with movement. What she wouldn't give for a soak in the pond. She was filthy, fur matted with dirt and dried blood from all her cuts and scraps. Her feathers where a mess. She began exploring a little more. It was getting lighter out, she thought of Gehirn exposed in the open and fear clenched her heart. He was a sitting duck up there. “I’ll keep looking for a way out. But please Gehirn...if there is danger, don’t wait for me. I can hide down here if I need too.” she said as bravely as she could. She began to search for a path out of the crevice in earnest. Many strange smells reached her nose, the unknown made her nervous and edgy.

Coming around another bend in the crevice, that was actually a bit like a deep gully, she came to an area that sloped gently to the top instead of the steep, shear walls she’d found so far. It looked promising. Tentatively, she started up the slippery crumbling rock. “I think I may have found a way out,” she called out.