...Or just sit back and ignore like nothing never happened...

Lillie had to admit, she completely and utterly followed Allen upon his leaving of Abaven. There was no guilt, no shame as she tracked him down. He was her mentor... well, before he left, anyways. She did not know him personally, but he had been pack - and therefore she was concerned. And with where he was now... she wsa doubly concerned. She had gotten through this area once; but carefully. Even now, she would pause for each step, testing the ground with a singular paw and stepping, sometimes pausing with two paws in the air to avoid getting sucked down.

Luckily, she could also see where Allen stepped; she could see her own paw steps in the sand. She would jerk though, from her concentration, when a choked cry would reach her, and she'd jerk her head up. She could see a flailing form, and she'd dart forward, paws only hitting where Allen's had until he fell in. "Do. Not. Move!" she hissed at him. Eyes would dart around for a tree; there was one behind her, and the girl would shoot off, paws hitting where they had before. The girl was quick, and lucky; she managed to get to that tree she spotted, and managed to break off a branch that was already pretty gone. She wasn't quite sure how it would hold up, but it would do.

A call for help would leave her lips, a howl, right before she grasped the thick, decaying branch in her jaws; she made her way back to the man who was sinking deeper and deeper. She grasped the end tightly in her jaws, cringing at the splintering sound it made; her toes dug in to the sand, her knees bending for balance. She stuck it towards the quicksand, within Allen's reach. Oh, she hoped someone else would arrive; she did not know if she had the strength to pull him out.

"Speech" "Language"