Misha stumbled back in surprisement as she saw the familiar coat of dark red orange and black. "Tyr?" She asked in a confused tone, positive it was him. She had remembered him from a while back, but didn't expect to see him again. Ever again, honestly. She nodded quickly and listened to Tyr's orders, struggling to keep up with him. Misha had a hard time of balancing on the rocking earth beneath her, and with a loud whine, she tumbled to the ground from all fours. She had twisted her left front paw, possibly broken it from the way she had twisted the muscles and bone. She looked up frantically for Tyr. "Tyr!!" She yelled out in an afraid voice, looking back down at her twisted paw.
