Hunting for flood
07-09-2013, 03:33 PM
Flint saw the anger spike in the female's eyes for just a moment before it was choked down. After all, the stranger was in quite a predicament. Flint's first thought was to gloat, or tease, or at least subject the female to a bit more humiliation but she had had a long day of her own. She couldn't very well leave the she-wolf here, and the longer it took to free her the longer it would before before she could find a place to settle down for the day. She listened with keen interest as the large, oddly marked wolf spoke. Vahva, eh? Well Vahva it's true, you are in quite the predicament. At her request for help, Flint gave a curt nod and stepped forward. She observed from a distance for just a moment, trying to determine how the she wolf was stuck exactly. It occurred to her that this stranger could be posing as the damsel in distress for nefarious purposes, but she pushed the paranoia from her mind. There were easier ways for wolves Vahva's size to take wolves like Flint down. As Flint examined the brush pile she found the problem. an errant root had wrapped around the tangle, tightening like a noose as more pressure was put on it. Flint smirked and stepped forward. "Pardon me, this will only take a moment." Gingerly, Flint reached her muzzle forward and grasped the smaller root in her teeth, nipping and grinding and gently tugging her way through the offending branch until finally it let go with a snap. Flint tumbled backwards with a yelp, skidding back a few paces. With a huff she leaped back to her feet, shaking the dirt out of her coat. "Damn root. Are you okay now?" She looked back to the larger wolf to see if she had been freed. Speech, Thoughts |