Duskfire Glacier Pirouette through Misfortune

He had realized he was halfway hanging off the side of the cliff with her only after tasting her scruff in his mouth. Auds that searched previously for sounds of words from the delicate girl were now facing the scrapping his hindlegs were initiating as he went autopilot in trying to save now the both of them from a perilous freefall, a fall that would most definitely result in a death on both of their ends.
Or atleast an immediate one, he hoped, as surviving such a heighted down would cast a long and endless bayou of torment he would never want to face.

His claws, front and back alike, searched for purchase in the snow drifts. Beneath, his grip snagged something, and immediately he stilled, holding to the friction he could slow momentum down with. Once gravity became balanced, he began hauling the tucked up girl back, back and back further, until she was back over the cliff's edge and away from the danger point.

After the two were safe, he released her scruff, panting as the reality hit him; he just saved this girl, putting his life in danger in the process. He could have died. Internally he bristled at the decision, but externally his face was just as calm as it had been since his arrival.