((Might as well too.))
Risto nodded, feeling a little awkward. Now that he realized it, the pup was really big--in fact, bigger than he was. He hung on the back on the pup, his paws dangling in mid-air. "Fish dung." He muttered, sliding off of the pup. As he did, it let out a tiny whine as it scrambled around for its mother. Teegan's question sailed across the rocky cliff, and Risto barely heard it over the crashing waves. A few seagulls cawed miserably as they flapped their wings, inspecting the group carefully. Risto peered over the edge and scooted away, bring the pup with him. It was a long way down to their deaths.
"Yes, this one." Risto replied, nudging the pup forward. He hoped the Teegan would be able to get back across--he didn't trust this cliff. A sudden yelp made Risto jerk his head back. Alarm rushed through him as he noticed Micah scrabbling over the cliff, her paws flailing as tiny rocks clattered down.
As the feline hurried over, Dusty darted past him and halted in front of Micah, grasping her scuff in his jaws.
"Hold on!" he muttered through the fur, tugging at the fae. The tan brute's paws scraped against the cliff as he tried to drag Micah back over the edge.
Risto's eyes widened as he saw Dusty's paws slipping underneath him through the fae's weight, and the feline bounded over in attempt to help the two. As he neared them, a sudden groan made the tom glance around, before taking a cautious step closer to the struggling canines. He let out a screech as the ground collapsed underneath him, and his paws flailed mid-air. The air was knocked out of him as he slammed against an old tree branch, his body sagging from the bark. It seemed stable as he timidly unsheathed his claws for a better grip. Staring up, he squinted through the sunlight as he tried to get a better view, but the sun was too blinding for him. Besides, the ground up on the cliff was too high to see.
Glancing around, he placed a claw on the side of the cliff to climb his way up, but the texture was too smooth for him to be able to scrabble up. He twisted his neck to inspect his surroundings and noticed a pile of rocks off to the right. He tipped his head to one side, knowing that it was no good. The rocks were to far away to reach, and he might as well break his neck in attempt to grasp one of them. He swiveled his ears towards Dusty's grunts, wondering what was happening up there. He hoped that Dusty was able to haul Micah up there, but the fae could fall out of his jaws and plunge down to her death. He shivered at the thought of it.