The sali moves the blade to keep a hold of, adjusting their arms to better hold onto Monsha again.

"Then we go," they instruct, turning for the hole they both came through from. "Remember, your life before the animal's."

A reminder, to not hold on. Some of the younglings clung too much to the animals, no matter the risk of themselves. But the sali had not intentions of hanging around, heading for the exit, checking the outside before slipping into the long grass.

Time to follow, Madoka.