All manner of terrible, nightmarish things flashed through his head as Viktor chased after Makkachin as fast as he could, which considering he had the toned body of a seasoned athlete, was fast. Not fast enough, he thought desperately. If only he were a few years younger. If only he had Yuuri's stamina -
Makkachin had nearly reached the edge of what Domovoi had termed the 'forbidden area' when Viktor saw who she was running for - Yuuri. Makka all but bowled him over, tackling him to the ground in an enthusiastic greeting.
Thank God, he thought in a quick prayer to the heavens, and didn't have time to wonder at the sharp anger those words incurred from the griffin trailing just behind him.
"Yuuri!" he called out, weak with relief, and sank to the ground beside his dog and his lover. One hand reached for Yuuri and the other tangled in Makka's fur, reaffirming to himself that the two most important things in the world to him were, in fact, both here, alive, and in one piece.
"Ty v poryadke?" he asked, cursed, and switched to English. "Are you alright?" he tried again, so Yuuri could understand him this time. Behind him, Domovoi flared his wings and let out an impatient shriek. Viktor ascertained from his thoughts that the griffin was uneasy being this close to the boundary, but he would just have to deal with it. "You aren't hurt, are you?"