He's alive?

He's alive! 

I immediately look over the edge of the cliff. 

I can't see from here, but I can feel his presence. 

I look at my father, bewilderment crosses his face. 

I shift and run as fast as I can down the path. 

The pregnancy is making me tired, but my heart keeps going strong.

I run until I see the cliff face from the bottom. 

I run around, trying to find him, sniffing him out. 

What I find is disturbing. I see bits of fur, splatters of blood, and a broken bones everywhere.

I can't tell if it's momo or his father. 

I pray to God that is his father.I continue to look, not leaving any stone unturned, when suddenly, I see him. 

He's lying there, peacefully, and it looks like he's sleeping. 

I pray again that he's sleeping.

He's back in human form, his hair all messed up, a bit of dirt and blood in his face, but he looks fine.

I reach down and his jawline gently, hoping that he's wake up. 

He doesn't stir. 

I press my fingers against his neck. I feel nothing. 

My heart sinks to the depths of hell. 

Then I feel something. 

Ba-dum.

Ba-dum.

"I thought that you'd never find me." He says, eyes opening. 

"You're alive? How?" I exclaim.

"I used the trees to break my fall. I have a few cuts and bruises and probably won't be able to walk for a few days, but I'm alive"

The tears are running down my face, the joyous tears .running over the sad ones, and I feel complete. 

"We need to get you help," I say, snapping out of my joyous emotions for a second,"you could be seriously hurt and not know it."