A shouting lures her into the Threshold where she had only been passing by – it sounds like trouble, whatever it is, if the level of panic is at all a deciding factor, and she darts out towards the ruckus swiftly in the case that its one of her kin trapped rather than an undesirable.

Finding the former and thankful to not have to expend energy to kick the log she’s stuck on free and plunging down into the ravine, the Lady draws to a halt with a bemused smile framing her lips and her golden eyes dancing with humor at the conundrum the mare in the ditch has found herself in. A memory of another mare stuck in the Threshold thrums to life and subsides – though Iosui was in much less danger than this one, to be sure.

Her words are breathy with laughter when she finds her voice, peering down into the crevice she’s stuck in with thoughts flickering through her as to how the poor dear can be freed. She’s in an unfortunate situation to be sure – the summer has left the earth dry and brittle and every tiny tremor threatens to tear what little hold the wood has on either side of the rocky walls, and with her legs splayed to either side of the log it is hard not to chuckle with a bit of humor when addressing the stranger.

"Quit moving, you idiot," she says to the white streaked trapped damsel, completely ignoring the stupid winged beast that obviously has stones for brains if she has to ask if the unicorn in the ravine has found herself in trouble, "you’re breaking it loose flailing around like that."

Tossing her dark hair out of her eyes and making an arc of motion around the area, she looks for places for the stuck woman to haul her own way out. Even if feathers for brains had leapt into action, one bird is not enough to lift the trapped crafter from her poor position; a thought slips to Kyst, too small to be of any help. That leaves only good old fashioned climbing as an option. Looking over her shoulder for one of the long vines so characteristic of the old forest, she locates one and her griffon is gone and back with the selected rope material in her talons, dropping it down the side of the ravine to dangle in front of the stuck mare.

"Kyst is going to come tie this to the log, and bring you others for yourself," she calls down before grabbing the free end by her hooves and trotting over to a tree, looping it around the trunk and tying it snug while Kyst does the same to the log below. With any luck and swiftness, the vines will hold the log more securely in place while the desolate creature regains her footing; the ones tied to her own self would be attached to Illynx and the idiot pegasus, if she was useful for anything at all. "Don’t move until the log is secured if you don't want to be a future study object for my Haruspex."

Quickly working, she gathers several more long vines to attach to the log itself and more to go around the mare, returning to the edge of the precipice with a sigh of relief that the whole thing hasn’t come down yet. Her griffon flits around on spread wings, talons working knots.