The tunnel was too small for Ranuk to turn his head or do much except move forward, but Tamlin had no such difficulties in following behind, using what senses he could to determine where he was going or what was happening.  As long as he had a hold of the demon, that was much better than being alone... Though this was not the smartest, or safest, decision he'd ever made.<br/><br/>Nonetheless, they were after something important-- the cub.  He could hear it ahead, scratching at the walls of the cave; when Ranuk approached and started to purr in attempt to calm it down,, talking in his deep, low voice, the tiny thing hissed and spat.  Ryvolans were fierce, even when so small.  There was more commotion, more screeching and more murmured demonic words, but it was clear to Tam that whatever Ranuk was trying, it didn't seem to be going over well.  It would be tricky taking the kittens back to the castle; they'd have to figure out a way to carry them without injury to cub or elf or other, and though there were still provisions left...<br/><br/>Tamlin's train of thought was derailed by the uproar of the tunnel giving way, the dirt beneath them falling apart with a thunderous sound.  He held on tightly to Ranuk's tail, gripping without care and just trying to hold on as he was pulled down with the demon and the kit.  Even if he had let go, he would have fallen through; there was no ground left.  The air whistled past his ears in the dark, his heart beating hard and fast in his throat, not letting a sound of panic loose.  It felt like forever and a second until they hit the ground... but they weren't done.  They began to roll.<br/><br/>"Fuck!"  The word was barely clipped out, just hissed past his tongue.  Ranuk was quick and enveloped Tamlin and the cub in his thick arms, holding them tightly as they continued their descent.  It was extremely rough; every moment Tam thought he'd be flung from Ranuk's embrace and dashed on the rocks, his grey hands grabbing (and unfortunately yanking) on his fiance's fur in a frantic attempt to keep himself in place.  He tucked his head down close to keep from bashing his brains out against any outcroppings, and hoped for their journey to be over soon-- however it might end.<br/><br/>They landed in the sun, with Ranuk on his back and the elf and cub held in his arms.  Tamlin slowly loosened his grip and raised his head, cautious until he realized they were still and on level ground, and gave their surroundings a quick glance: grass, lovely long grass that waved softly in the subtle breeze, and a tree, a tree unlike anything Tamlin had ever seen before.  White bark and beautiful red flowers, vibrant and blooming...<br/><br/>He looked back down when he heard Ranuk speak, his gravely voice sounding strained; once glimpse was enough to explain why.  The kitten had its claws tucked into him, understandably terrified after its impromptu voyage.  Tamlin wasn't sure how to unhook the little thing without hurting Ranuk further, or getting hurt himself.  But it seemed, at least, that no one was mortally wounded, yet.  "Are you alright?  I, I don't know how to help..."  Ranuk had thick skin and massive hands, while Tamlin was much more fragile in comparison.  A bite or a scratch could end up much worse for him, but he would try and be useful in getting the kitten to calm down.  He had his hands close to the kitten, not quite touching it but at the ready, and his long braid was more or less loose at this point, letting golden strands fall carelessly about his concerned face.