Redhawk Caldera lover of the russian queen

fangs in her scruff, pulling her back from the edge with far more success than her scrambling. she lurched upward only to fall into him, scrambling to find her footing for a long moment before managing to gain her paws. she remains upright only a moment before collapsing into a seating position, tongue flicking out to pass over her upper lip. 

she looks to the boy, the first person she's met who's not of the woods. despite it, she doesn't feel the need to mistrust him. her gaze flickers to his, her version on a thanks, breath shaky and off-beat. "what was that?" she manages to push out, feeling very much like her entire world is collapsing in on itself.