Swirling Around

He couldn't see where the girl was placing her paws, though her cry informed him that she had been late receiving his message - maybe it was his fault for not noticing sooner. Assumptions told him that the drop had to be long - not good, not good at all. His heart began to palpitate with panic, trying not to imagine the female slipping over the edge. No, he wouldn't allow that to happen. Instinctively, he lunged forward in such a way that he couldn't bump her closer to the ledge, not that she wasn't already close. Jaws firmly grabbed ahold of her scruff, hoping to be gentle at the same time. Trying not to slip upon the stone surface, of which he couldn't grip properly, he pulled her body back further into the tunnel, panting heavily with the mouthful of her fur. When they were several metres away from the ledge - a safe distance - he released his grasp, unable to take his eyes away from her form. "Are you alright? he demanded softly with a concerned tone and worried green gaze wide.