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

Teeth clatter, muscles straining against gravity. You cannot have her. It is as if angry hands curl in her dulling coat, trying as they might to pull her off the edge into the abyss. Shigetoshi demands resistance. He digs his paws down, slipping through small rocks and unstable earth to keep a grasp of her. His teeth refusing to budge a hair, even as his jaw aches near immediately from the tension.

It breaks. Footholds gathered and Saoirse is able to push herself up while the piebald steward keeps her from tumbling the opposite direction. It is only once he is certain, and they are away from the edge that he releases the death grip on her scruff.

You idiot! He snaps. Every contour of his face stresses with anger, and beyond it, fear. I told you to be careful!