something better than in the middle

"Ow! Oi! Watch it ye big red oaf! Keep yankin' me feathers out like that and you'll end up bald yerself!" "Stop whining! You shouldn't have come flying in here and gotten yourself in this mess then!" He growled as he tried to pry apart the rusted metal contraption that held his damn bird captive. It looked like some sort of cage, but the spring hook that it had had somehow slammed closed on the black cockatoo and he was stuck inside. As Ignis' teeth sought purchase on the bars or even the clasp, his teeth would also manage to snag some feathers and he ended up pulling those, too. Grunting, he place a paw on the cage and tried to push with his paw and pull with his teeth. The rust tasted god awful on his tongue, but he was unable to get enough of it to pull the rusted spring away to unhook it. Growling with frustration, he took a step back to look at the trapped companion. "Maybe if I just shove you off the ledge over there, or drop this from higher up it might break?" He mused, a mischievous grin showing pearly white teeth. "Ay! You better not even think abou' doin' that! You tryna kill me with tha' damn scheme of yours!? Wot, ye got rocks fer brains eh? I always knew ye mutts weren't that bright!"

Ignis laughed at his companion, eyes rolling as he sat back. "Hey, at least I'm not the one stuck in that rusty old thing. Maybe I'll just leave you in there and you can figure out how to get yourself out, hm?" As the pair bantered back and forth, he heard a call behind him. Almost instantly, the pair fell silent. It didn't sound like his wolverine companion, no. This voice was feminine, but also not one he recognized. Ears perked as he listened, glancing back at his companion before answering. But then a thought struck him. What if whoever it was could help him get his buddy out? She could of course, refuse. But there was no harm in asking.

He got up and headed towards her direction, blood red pelt almost melting with the darkness from which he emerged. He spotted her soon enough, a smaller black and white woman who smelled of a pack he didn't recognize. "Hey there, stranger! You lost?" His tone was friendly as usual, and he stopped a couple yards away , half in and half out of the darkness (though to be fair, it was pretty dark in there and the light didn't reach very far).