Chapter 2 - A mate for life
It is a fact of nature that a lot of the earth's species mate for life. There are a number of birds and mammals that are well known for, once they select a mate, staying with that mate for life. They will guard that mate and ward off any potential rival suitors.
The Rocky Mountain range of mountains in North America, extends from the bottom third of the US to far up into Canada. There are vast areas of sparsely populated wilderness. This is where the animal population, even in small numbers, outnumbers human population by a large amount. Yellowstone Park has areas that are so remote that there are waterfall features that are still being discovered and categorized.
It was into this wilderness that Felecia had gone to for a two week back-to-nature mind cleansing experience. Felecia was a very toned individual. She worked out often and had strong legs and an incredibly tight ass. Her firm body included a nice firm set of 35C breasts. She had bright blue eyes and golden blonde hair. Every Halloween, she wore a cat costume with the cat eyes contacts that made her look half cat and half human. It was uncanny and spooky at the same time. She loved the double takes of the people she worked with.
To get her into the more remote areas quicker, Felecia had hired a helicopter to drop her further into the wilderness than what she could have gone had she hiked in from the closest road. She had given the pilot instructions that he was not to worry about picking her up; she had a plan to make it back by another route.
The area where she had been dropped off was very rugged. It was the kind of terrain that some folks refer to as mountain goat country; rugged slopes and sparse trees. It was the kind of country where eagles dominated the sky and mountain lions dominated the ground. Even for this time of the year, the temperatures during the day were warm. It was the kind of weather where you didn't need much clothing to stay warm, especially if you were working up a sweat hiking up and down steep slopes.
She had been hiking for a couple of days and had only seen a few animals on the ground and a few eagles soaring high above in the thermals. Occasionally, she would spot a rabbit darting through the underbrush. A couple of Big Horn sheep scampered up high ridges, sending loose rocks tumbling down the slope.
By the third day, Felecia had immersed herself so completely in the wild countryside that she hardly even thought about her life in the city. In the city, it was intensely stressful, with long hours and no time for a social life. All that had melted into letting her whole body drink how wonderful the wild outdoors was.
Today was a warm September day and Felecia had chosen to wear a thin button down top (no bra) and short shorts. This would allow her to stay cool from the exertion of hiking the high mountain ridges. As usual, she was accustomed to wearing low ankle hiking shoes. With each step, her firm breasts shifted seductively beneath her button down top. What would have been a very flirtatious display in the city, was just a way of staying comfortable in the wild.
She had been hiking for hours along a steep slope, just below a high ridge. There were a few short, scraggly trees jutting out of the rock 40 feet lower and not much else. Two hundred feet below was a shear, 500 foot drop-off into dense undergrowth nelow. For an inexperience climber, it would have been too dangerous to kike along where she was at. Felecia had lots of experience and, in her mind, it wasn't all that difficult.
Normally, she was fully aware of her surroundings and her every step was thought out minutes in advance. In one of those rare occasions, her mind wandered for a brief second. That lapse in concentration was all it took to not watch what she was doing and plant her foot on some loose rock.
In an instant, her ankle twisted painfully, she was thrown off balance, and started to slide and roll down the slope. Her backpack became dislodged from her back and went sliding along side her. Below her, there were only two scraggly trees that could stop her from going over the side of a vertical drop-off. It was all she could do to try to aim her body toward the first tree.
The downward slide so far had been brutal. The material of her top had taken such a beating that 4 of the 5 buttons holding her top together, had been pulled apart. As she started to slide past the first tree, her hands reached out to one of the larger branches. Her fingers missed the larger one but caught hold of a small branch. It snapped off.
Sliding under a 2nd branch, her top got snagging, slowing her slightly. It wasn't much but it had slowed her enough that her backpack, which at this point had been keeping up with her, began tumbling below her out of reach. The weight of her body pulling on the last button of her top, caused it to give way as well. The quick jerk caused her arms to fly up and the branch pulled her top up and over her head as it slid completely off her body on her way heading for the cliff. With nothing to protect her bare skin, she rolled over on to her back to protect her tender breasts from being battered.
Felecia was really beginning to panic. Her last hope for salvation was the second scraggly tree, not more than 20 feet from the edge of the cliff. Quickly rolling 3 times, she lined up her body to hit the trunk dead center. It was a hair raising last hope but it worked.
Instead of coming at the tree feet first though, she hit it sideways. One of the uphill branches caught her shorts, ripping them, and slowing her down to the point where she could grab onto the tree to stop herself from sliding anymore. As she looked down, she saw her backpack go sailing over the edge of the cliff.
