Ash was immediately there, latching her fingers firmly into the wolf's shoulder blades and pulling backward with all of her might. Connor came free relatively easily; the desperate force she used not only released him from the remaining rubble, but propelled them both backward. But when she hit the ground with fur in her face, what she felt was the farthest she could get from relief. She kept herself from getting up, from seeing how badly he was hurt and just how badly she'd worsened it all.
Instead, she lay there awkwardly on the cluttered pavement with all sorts of debris pressing into her skin and relished the simple success of having him safely in her arms- even if only for this fleeting, delusional moment.
But when Bleddyn lunged forward, she wasn't going for her father. Instead, she scrambled beneath the hovering slab of deteriorating concrete, sliding painfully over the mess of smaller particles below it, and plunged her arm into the open cavern that Sherri had disappeared into. As soon as her fingers grasped a sufficient fistful of fur, she dove forward and rolled out into the open air. Once momentum had carried them both safely out of the way, she set the undoubtedly irked cat down in front of her. "Dude, you don't want to be a furry pancake, do you? Sure, trusting in Brisa is fine and all, but who knows where that thing will drop."
