The drastically increased speed doesn't do anything good to his already dangerously tipsy sense of equilibrium, and Cloud can't quite stifle a startled shout as his grip tightens desperately. At the same time, though, he is weighing his chances of surviving simply letting go. As fast as they're moving, it won't be pretty - but getting dragged to some terrible (and now apparently fairly pissed) beast's lair for future consumption doesn't sound like a whole lot of fun to him, either.
At this point, it's that or attempting to box the stupid wolf about the ears to slow it down. And he really doesn't want to get bitten, a possibility that still seems very real, as belligerent as the strange animal's been.
There's only an instant's worth of warning, as he tenses like he might want to hang on, after all (and he does, in spite of himself, as he's already able to picture himself a ragdoll battered and broken as he rolls back the way they've come). But the momentary hesitation is only that; a second later, his hands open and he doesn't even have to push himself off, caught in the slipstream as he bounces up with another bound.
And then it's all quite a bit like he'd imagined, the world a blur as it whips him backwards, spiraling through the air in the curious absence of gravity. Falling, after all.
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The drastically increased speed doesn't do anything good to his already dangerously tipsy sense of equilibrium, and Cloud can't quite stifle a startled shout as his grip tightens desperately. At the same time, though, he is weighing his chances of surviving simply letting go. As fast as they're moving, it won't be pretty - but getting dragged to some terrible (and now apparently fairly pissed) beast's lair for future consumption doesn't sound like a whole lot of fun to him, either.
At this point, it's that or attempting to box the stupid wolf about the ears to slow it down. And he really doesn't want to get bitten, a possibility that still seems very real, as belligerent as the strange animal's been.
There's only an instant's worth of warning, as he tenses like he might want to hang on, after all (and he does, in spite of himself, as he's already able to picture himself a ragdoll battered and broken as he rolls back the way they've come). But the momentary hesitation is only that; a second later, his hands open and he doesn't even have to push himself off, caught in the slipstream as he bounces up with another bound.
And then it's all quite a bit like he'd imagined, the world a blur as it whips him backwards, spiraling through the air in the curious absence of gravity. Falling, after all.