a curiosity

Tyrian eyed the cock-eyed tree before him. He nodded to himself decidedly and then took several steps back. With an effortful grunt - he was getting quite heavy - he launched himself up onto the bent trunk. His forepaws hit the wood first and instinctively his paws flexed to dig in his claws, but the grip was only a mild aid as his momentum carried him up the tree. Tyrian's hind paws hit next. This time when his claws dug in they did so with a purpose. Once his grip was solid, Tyrian's coiled legs straightened, launching him further up the tree. The actions were repeated twice more as he climbed the trunk and moved from the crook of one limb to another. In seconds he was a solid 15 feet in the air; not bad for a canine.

He paused to rest against a branch; his forelegs braced down the back of the trunk and the branch while his hind legs hung down the opposing side with their claws dug into the bark. Hanging over his head - and still out of reach - was the item that had piqued his curiosity. It appeared to be a large piece of fabric onto which cords of some sort hung. The fabric was what had gotten tangled in the tree's branches, but below it, at the other end of the cords, was what looked like some sort of small harness. Tyrian had never seen anything like it.

The fabric contraption was hanging far enough away that Tyrian wasn't quite sure he could reach it. He was going to have to think about it for a second, see if a game plan threw itself together, before he made his next move. With his momentum gone he would have to climb for it - really climb this time - and the branches were now small enough to concern him. He was a bit heavy for this. Still, he was determined. Given enough time he'd come up with a plan and he wouldn't come down until he had that thing in his grasp.