<div style="text-align: center">((Sorry, I've been kept pretty busy lately orz))​</div><br/>When Melissa started to stir, Tyne responded and pulled away. Her gasp and obvious reaction to pain had him reaching one hand across her body to catch the far shoulder, a look of concern crossing the shifter's face. There wasn't even enough time for him to ask what was wrong, what he needed to help her with, before the voices in the distance echoed through the warm mid-day air. The shifter tensed up at hearing the searchers making it this far, and then the female that he had been helping leaned her head back and hollered up at the other humans. The male flinched from how loud her voice was and how it carried, then recoiled away from her form as if he had just been branded or something.<br/><br/>"They should be here in about half an hour, if they come around," he muttered, his own gaze looking up at where the others were shuffling around, an occassional rock or some dirt tumbling down from those that were wandering too close to the edge. He couldn't be here when they got here, and he was grateful that he seemed to be rather obscured from the view above.<br/><br/>"In half an hour or so, you'll have some real help. Isn't that great?" he asked, voice calm and with an odd blend of tones to it. He was relieved that someone was able to come and help her, but afraid that they would be on his heels if he didn't leave now. He wanted to stay, to keep her safe, but self-preservation came before all else. At least, that's how it had to be now, without a pack to prioritize.<br/><br/>Without hesitating anymore, he shifted to his feral form, the large and intelligent looking wolf turning his gaze to the female once more. Perky ears pricked forward before swiveling around to listen to the search party followed by pinning down as he gave a somewhat sad look over the apparently still injured form. He didn't want to leave her, as there was still a chance at something else coming to find her first, but he had to go.<br/><br/>The gray beast hopped away and started to briskly walk away, head down and tail tucked, almost like he was on the hunt. In reality, he was using the same senses in the same way, but to avoid the 'prey' rather than to try and track it down. He paused and glanced over his shoulder, clearly still fighting with his conscious over his decision, but turned his head forward and kept on moving until he could find somewhere to safely hide.<br/><br/>It took a few minutes, but he finally found a spot that was close enough to watch from, but far enough away that he was hopefully not going to be found by the search party out to rescue the strange camper.