Dallisetria just shrugged, unsure of what he was leading her to, and just followed anyway. She didn't mind what they were going to do anyway, as long as she didn't sit like a bored duck. A sitting duck. Instead of walking fast, like he was, she was walking at a normal pace, just with long strides. She wanted to ask, "Where are we going?" but she decided not to, and just go with it... She saw a tree, and a blind. And immediately, she knew it was his. She looked at it, blinking confusedly. How was he planning on getting up there?
She watched as he backed away, and she knew he was planning on running. It was the way his upper body leaned forward a little bit. It reminded her the way that felines like herself would crouch, in wait, as they stalked their prey before running after it like hungry maniacs. She laughed, but then looked in slight awe as he pushed himself up on the tree. But as he did that, she felt a sudden pang of fear hit her. "Shit," she mumbled. It was clear he had jumped awkwardly. "Hey!" she yelled, but in just seconds she realized it wasn't him she should be worrying about. "Aah!" she screamed, and turned to run. But it was too late.
He landed on her, and the breath had been knocked out of her. Her loud cat-resembling noise had been cut off sharply, and now her back hurt. So did her chest. "My boobs!" she whined. They hurt, bad. Mainly because she was belly down, and they pressed against the ground in an uncomfortable way. No way that made your breasts hurt was really a comfortable way... "Why am I always getting landed on..?" she wailed quietly. She had been landed on, or had landed on, many times now. Someone always ended up below her or on top of her- and not in a perverted way. She scrambled out from beneath the male, and cursed under her breath. Her ankle hurt... she tried to apply pressure on it, and winced, teeth gritting. She had sprained it, not broke it, she knew. Either way it wasn't very fantastic. She looked up at where he had attempted to make a clean grab at the rope. She didn't bother asking if he was okay, before she limped over to the tree, and grabbed onto places on the tree that jutted out slightly. Her sharp nails helped her grab on a bit more, but that did not relieve her of the fear that her weight might break it away from the tree, and she might land on her ankle.
Luckily, though, she made it up high enough to where she could reach her arm out, and grab the same part where the rope connected to the tree blind. She had never been good at climbing rope, always better at climbing something thicker, and more firm. Preferably, something held on to the ground was always nice. She looked down at him, and sighed. She realized she had never though of a name to call him, and so at that moment, she decided to just call him... Ferret. Yep. It was simple, and it could be easily remembered. Then, she shook herself mentally, back to the situation she was in. She gripped hard onto the platform, making nice grooves. She grinned, feeling somewhat proud of the strength in her small hands. She then reached out with both, knowing if she didn't grab on perfectly, she'd fall on her ankle, which would hurt like a-... she held on, and pulled up roughly. Her fore arms were on the platform, and now she could pull herself up. She felt a sore pain in her ankle, still, and sighed. "Ow," she said, as if it didn't really hurt. Looking over, and down at Ferret, now, she said: "I can't believe you fell on me. I was expecting something fantastic and some beautiful movement from this." she grinned. She was teasing him.