Moonspear no rest for the parents

Haha it is, the poor thing. Alrighty, have a fun and safe trip!

Time seemed to stretch eternally as she struggled to pull herself back to solid ground. Her front legs were spread wide, and her mouth was pulled into a tight grimace, her ears still pinned to her head. She was pure panic, from the tip of her tightly curled tail to the end of her nose. Her heart hammered away harder and faster as each swipe of her back feet only managed to take away dirt rather than offer salvation.

She strained forward with her neck and top half, as if wishing for the mountain to somehow allow her to defy gravity and fall forward rather than backward. Her mind had ceased to function on a thinking level, there was only room for white hot fear and the desire to not die. She heard something, but didn't pay it any mind. If the mountain was crumbling under her, she didn't want to hear it. Instead she felt a strong vice-like grip seize hold of her scruff. For one delirious moment she had the insane thought that the mountain was pulling her up after all, and then she noted Charon's form tugging and pulling her upwards.

She felt no relief yet, and strained with the male, pushing with her front feet and pedaling her back feet determined once more. Finally, finally, a backpaw found purchase and she leaped forward ignoring that Charon stood directly in front of her. She might bump him or bowl him over, but they would be away from the edge now.

She collapsed then, sides heaving and heart still hammered. She saw spots for a moment, wondered if she was going to pass out, but found them vanishing. She closed her eyes and attempted to restrain herself from crying. She lay her head on the ground and allowed herself to breath, to feel the sturdiness of the rock underneath her. "Thank you," She croaked, eyes still closed, before opening them to look at Charon. "I thought...I was sure I was going to..." She stared off the edge and suppressed a shiver. "Thank you, Charon."