only get by with a little bad luck
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The harsh cry of another voice from the darkness rang out, nearly deafening him. Auds pinned against his skull, the small wolf let his growl turn to a brief snarl as he recovered from the shock. "Can ye help!? I'm a little stuck up here!" that same voice called out, and he found himself hesitating. This could be a trap, and a voice that sounded a lot like the croaking of a frog was warning him not to follow from somewhere in the back of his mind. However, the moss-dappled wolf was not one to abandon anyone who might be needing help. Clenching his jaws around the handle of his lantern, he moved a bit closer to the source of the sound. That's when he began to see sunlight reaching around a corner in a nearby tunnel. A second entrance, perhaps? He kept his head between his shoulders, chin dipped to protect his vulnerable throat with the fangs of his muntjac skull mask. As he rounded that slight bend, there was certainly a young woman in a pickle up ahead. It could still be a trap, but he was less certain of an impending attack now. He carefully placed his rusted lantern on the floor, over to the side and away from potential frantic paws. "Looks like you've gone and gotten yourself stuck, my friend." he said absently, attention drifting towards the contraption that was holding her aloft. The net looked sturdy, surely a hemp or cotton rope would have fallen apart rather quickly as she struggled tooth and nail to free herself. He didn't have anything to cut through stronger bindings with. Instead, verdant gaze swept up, along the suspension itself, in search of a source. The dark cable ended behind a pile of heavy stones, likely mere rubble from a tunnel collapse in the past. He'd seen traps like this before, he knew how they were made, for the most part. "Can you get your feet under you? You're about to take a hell of a tumble." he raised his voice somewhat to be certain she could hear him, while he picked his way across the bone strewn floor to reach the tether point. It never once occurred to him that a stranger with a heavy cloth bag in a spikey skull mask might be a bit unsettling in this situation, and it continued to not occur to him as he went about finding the end of the tether among the rocks and rubble behind the strange woman. Once the debris was cleared away, he could see the metal peg set into the stone floor. That must have taken a lot of strength and effort, it almost seemed like a shame to be removing it. Well, it was putting others in danger, so there was no way around it. Clumsily clutching a stone in his paw, he began to hammer away at the peg until it seemed to loosen from its spot. "Three, two, one!" he called out, releasing the peg with a final, heavy strike of the stone on the end of his count. As the line skittered through the pulley set into the ceiling, the net began to drop, and he only hoped the trapped wolf would be prepared to hit the ground. He'd lose every single one of his teeth if he tried to grab the line, and probably just go flying off with it. Once she was down, it would be a matter of untangling her from the net itself, and he would slink over as non-threateningly as possible when the time came. |