The Tangle it is what it is til it ain't anymore

Each step taken with concentration for he knows that the cream princess shall follow him with exact precision. Silence befalls them, and it is not a rare occurrence. Simply a common routine for them to relax into. Their travels have been spent attempting to survive the unknown obstacles that constantly pop up, and Shigetoshi knows it has been difficult. It is hard to miss how Saoirse grows depressed with every night that passes.

The shifting of rocks behind him is enough to alert the stumbling grip of dainty paws. Essie! Immediately, he turns. Instinct and expert reflexes allowing the piebald steward to react in such short notice. Jaws agape close upon the soft scruff of Saoirse's neck, catching her weight just before she slides off the ledge for good. Her hindquarters dangle, forearms spread in attempts to catch herself on the edge. Shigetoshi struggles, pulling his weight into his own slipping hindlegs as he tries to pull her to safety.