Had he not been so occupied by the bucking ground beneath his feet, Tyr might have been shocked, firstly that he'd actually ordered anyone around, and secondly that she had actually done what he told her. As it was, he could barely keep himself from bolting, impatiently shifting his weight from paw to paw as he waited for her to settled herself. Impatient, but when she was finally ready and he took his first limping step forward with her, it was with gentleness and caution. With her weight on his good foreleg, he couldn't use it to augment his own twisted limb, so it was taking full weight with every step. The pain he could ignore, but the limb was still shorter than it's opposite, so each step down onto it jarred his body even if he hadn't been stumbling from the shaking earth, and made him worry for Misha's foot, draped as it was over him. Still, it was faster than if they'd not been joined together, and each step they took from the cliffside took a figurative weight from his shoulders. They passed the point that he judged them likely safe from the cliff, but Tyr kept going, slowly, nudging her once in a while with his muzzle to wordlessly encourage Misha to keep moving.
After what seemed like an eternity, the earthquake stopped as suddenly as it had started. So suddenly, that Tyr actually stumbled. His head came up, and he glanced around in a daze. It was over? He carefully squirmed out from under Misha's leg, watchful that she was keeping her balance without him. "Hey listen, you really need a healer. My pack is close, we could head that direction and see if anyone will help. I can go ahead since I'll be faster, and bring a healer back to the border, ok?" With the adrenaline draining from him, the madness that had possessed him to make him temporarily imperious was fading, his demeanor settling back slowly into his usual timid, uncertain self.
"Speech"
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