Duck duck goose

The sound of approaching pawsteps sent Hyperion belly flopping to the ground. He wriggled around in the dirt until he was facing the trap and then tucked his paws under his dark chest fur to hide their bright white toes. There wasn't much he could do about the star on his face but the shadows would hopefully dull it and besides, she didn't know to look for him so it wasn't like she was going to be searching the shadows anyway, right? It was fine. He was fine. His plan was fine. Duck was on the menu.

Oh shit it wasn't fine! At first he thought it was going to go smoothly but that good feeling lasted exactly half a second before the pretty lady was sent flipping up into the air. She went up and his stomach went down; dropping into the dirt with his hope of a duck dinner. Hyperion panicked, his pale gaze darting frantically around the shadows as he looked for an escape that would allow him to sneak away from the mess he made. Seeing none, he was forced to grapple with how to confront the scene.

He darted out of the bushes like a scalded cat. "Oh my god! Are you okay? I'm so sorry! Here, let me-" Hyperion threw himself at the rope. He wrapped his front paws around it and while they frantically slid up and down it looking for purchase he did his best to gnaw through the corded sinew. "Awl geh ith," he slurred through clenched teeth. "Mm tho thoory!" Chew, chew, chew. "Tho thoory!" Snap. The rope finally came undone and Hyperion stepped back and clutched a white toed paw to his chest. His worried gaze darted between the woman and the rope and back again. He very nearly apologized a fourth time but settled for waiting anxiously for a response.