When the female's breathing changed, the beast's intelligent eyes looked down at her. When he was thanked, the beast dropped his head to rest it beside her own, a soft huff given to let his hot breath ghost over her messy locks of hair. While she slept for the night, he stayed awake and listened as the foolish humans above drifted closer and further away before their sounds started to soften when most of them decided to call it a night. A couple of new voices joined the mix late into the night, only to fade away as well. By the time the morning sun started to light up the sky, the only sounds were those of nature and the single digit handful of humans that happened to be too hardheaded to just give up.<br/><br/>His head was up as his ears flicked and ticked, trying to hear if anyone was coming closer. As he focused on that, his eyes closed, he felt fingers find his foreleg. A fierce snarl rumbled deep in Tyne's throat and chest as he snapped his head back to look at the injured form, only for it to drift to silence as he noticed that she was not trying to shove him away or harm him. Instead, strained words filled the air instead. The fierce gaze softened as he looked down at the helpless form, then he brought his paw up and as he shifted to his human form, he lightly ran his fingers along her cheek and up to her forehead to check for a fever. Sure enough, she had one from the body struggling with the pain and damage it had sustained during the night.<br/><br/>"If I wasn't going to help, I wouldn't have climbed down here," he stated, voice surprisingly soft in volume even though there was an edge of authority to it. "Our first goal is to get down from here, but I will need your help with that. I can carry you down, but I will need you to hold on to me. Can you do that?" he asked, moving his hand away from her to run his fingers through long, dusty brown strands of hair that hung down to his shoulders. Normally, he would have the mess tied back into a loose tail to keep it out of his face, but that kind of required a hair tie of some sort. Or some clothes, which he was distinctly lacking at the moment.  Like this, the deep peach scars that lined his right shoulder and sides stood out in stark contrast to his pale complexion, revealing what his fur had kept so nicely hidden from view. These scars were the only ones that were on his body, which either meant that he did not spend a lot of time around other shifters, or he was usually able to handle his own when he was.<br/><br/>Not that the currently very injured female would probably notice such details in the current situation.  "Once we get down from here, we can figure out what I should do next. I am not so cruel as to just leave you to suffer until you die," he explained, a slightly awkward half smile getting flashed in what was probably a poor attempt at being reassuring or playful. Honestly, Tyne wasn't entirely sure what he was trying to accomplish, since being social had always been one of his weak points, even when his parents tried to beat it into his pup mind.