a curiosity

After hefting himself up into the crook of the tree, Tyrian gathered his paws under him and attempted to stand up on his back legs while using his front paws to "climb" the trunk of the tree. Once he was fully stretched out and more or less balanced, he dug in the claws of one forepaw into the tree bark while reaching over his head with the other. He swatted gently at the dangling harness but managed to do little more than brush the lowest strap with the tips of his claws. If he could only stretch out a little bit more he could snag it. His claws were freshly sharpened so it wouldn't take much force to sink them into the strap. The gentle swatting motion was almost enough to unbalance him and Tyrian ended up having to drop back down into the crook to avoid falling out of the tree entirely.

He was on the verge of trying again when a voice from below gave him pause. Tyrian crouched down further and peeked through the lower branches so he could see who was talking to him. The speaker was a male, smaller than Tyrian, and had the sort of friendly, open face that lead Tyrian to suspect he was dealing with a decent guy. Tyrian grinned down at him then replied, "Yeah I'm golden. Just a man on a mission. See that thing up there?" He held the branches aside so the stranger could see the parachute. "I want it. So I climbed."