out of the oven and into the frying pan

It didn't take him long to figure out her plan. The silly man did wait to speak until after he had the branch in his mouth, however. The black brow above her missing eye arched in question, but she didn't ask him to repeat himself. It didn't matter at the moment. Planting her paws behind a thick tree root, Resin used it as leverage to begin pulling the brute out of the muck. Claws dug into the earth and the thick muscles in her jaws, shoulders and neck flexed. At moments like these, it was difficult to believe that someone so massive had birthed a being as dainty as Iolaire.

The branch slipped more than once thanks to her teeth shearing away the bark. She had to stop to readjust and spit out bark and sap.her mouth tasted disgusting, but it was a small price to pay. Soon he would be close enough to the bank that his front legs would reach. The struggle was almost over. After, perhaps they would work on surrounding the quicksand with branches or rocks so that others might not fall inside.