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

There is a part of her that resigns itself to death almost immediately. The drop is high, and she has already spent a night picking her careful way after Shigetoshi through the difficult terrain. It is a difficult part of her to contend with, like someone whispering don't be afraid, reaching inside of her to relax her muscles, telling her to let herself fall. It almost works--she almost ignores every instinct she has, and she feels no fear for it. Then she hears Shige's shout.

She will not leave Shige alone, and she will not drag him down with her.

Teeth catch in her scruff as her legs splay wide, claws digging into soft earth. Muscles bunch beneath her thick fur, a soft grunt escaping as she finds a grip. Saoirse is grateful for the counter balance as she throws her weight forward, scrabbling for purchase to finish heaving herself up. Finally she catches just enough of a foothold to boost herself, letting out a sharp whine of relief as Shige drags her fully onto...mostly solid ground.

Shige...