Casual chains

The scowl, the glare, frankly it was deserved. It was true, who would just decide to be in the water like that, and on an evening that was threatening to be this cold. Víðarr considered for a moment that maybe it was a trap to get him in the water too, but the shadow would take his chances. The whole being careful around strangers thing wasn't typically him, anyway. "Oh, shit." Caught in a net would make sense for her restricted movements. The shadow moved to the water's edge, trying to properly assess the extent of the net. The low light of the moon reflected just enough off the net that he could really see it, tangled around the woman's crystalline fur.

"Yes, ah... we cut you free? Carefully cut," Víðarr offered some affirmation on the last bit, realizing that it probably sounded a bit... well, at least a bit uncomfortable. Without waiting for confirmation from the woman, he whistled softly for Månsken and began to wade into the water. The owl perched carefully at the full height of his shoulder as he entered the water, feathers ruffing indignantly at the wet and the cold. Still, it didn't seem to trouble Víðarr any. As the shadow neared, he gathered the extent of just how tangled she was.

"Víðarr"