Vahva didn't know how she had placed herself into this situation. She was stuck in the tar, and now she was dearly afraid of being pulled down and starving here or worse drowning. Her white and black fur was tainted with the sticky stuff. Trying to keep her breathing steady instead of threshing about, her eyes darted for some sort of hope of getting out. She tried to raise a paw but when she couldn't she startle to struggle more and more. It was only causing her to sink further, raising her heart beat in a bit of a panic. She growled drowning in her whimpers as well. "Gods help me!" Vahva yelled out loud, hoping someone would hear her. That or by some off chance a god would come to help her, fat chance of that though. Her tail swished in the black stuff as she stopped her flailing around. Now just starring wide eyed out there, maybe she was better off dying this way? They would never find her body, and then everyone would be happy. Speech,

Quelt had been enjoying his day really, giving himself a tour of the land was taking forever. Yet it was the more enjoyable the longer it took, it meant he had more places to move around in since he wasn't a fan of settling down. In fact he hated not having his freedom a lot of times, but he hadn't really thought of anything like leading a pack. Sure he had the experience of being in one, but didn't make him more special than the next wolf. Quelt wanted to be different and special, maybe it was some sort of spotlight urge. His ears suddenly perked when he heard a call for help. A sudden pit of despair reached him from the tone in it. His tail twitched when he bolted forward muscles in motion when he saw her by instinct he was already swarming her. She had a mane covering her scruff by the looks of it though and he wanted to be careful not to hurt her. Quickly he looked around for a branch and grabbed one pulling it closer to her location. "Grab on!" he urged her. Speech,

Vahva was just about to give up when a male had suddenly shoved a branch in her face. She became wide eyed again, great! He was large, looked strong enough to pull her out. Though that was the least of her worries right now. Her jaws opened and clamped shut on the branch, paws flailing in the tar. She tried to keep her grip tighter when he would pull her out. Though to no avail did it help, as her body started to rise out of the sticky stuff, but then the branch snapped from her force of her jaw. In a panic she flailed backwards back into the tar. She was filled with fear, panic filling her as she flailed whimpers being shot out at random. Vahva didn't want to die, she wanted to live, she desperately paws for the outer rim of the tar pits. Paws splaying out, what a horrible situation to get stuck in. Her red eyes looked to Quelt for help, he wouldn't just leave her in here would he? Speech,

He thought he had her, but then the branch decided to break. So the large man brought himself forward suddenly, placing his teeth over the back of her neck where her scruff was. Finding his tongue and teeth touching tender hairs of a blue mane he nearly coughed but kept his grip as he pressed his paws against the dirt. As quelt tugged harder her body was finally giving free of the tar pits. Quelt's tail kept a cocked position to help balance as he used his muscles to pull the woman fully out and safely onto the edges. After he flopped over to the side and panted trying to catch his breath. "Whew....that was a close one." he noted, raising his body as he padded over to the woman. Moving his head closer to her Quelt smiled, bi colored orbs shining at her. "Are you alright?" His tail flicked as he waited for her to answer. Hopefully she was alright, but he would be here to assist in any way possible if she required. Speech,

After finally being pulled out of the pits she was left catching her breath. Thank the gods for this man helping her, but she'd still be cautious of him. Wicked minds sat in all sorts of placed, though he only showed signs of kindness so far. With bits and pieces in her fur she looked up at Quelt and his smiling face. Vahva set her head against the ground for a moment before trying to compose herself. Standing up she cleared her throat. "I...I'm alright." she croaked still a bit shaken by the experience. After catching her breath, she finally got a full look at him. Tall, darkish slate blue. But no scent of an aramada so she felt a bit safer, but alarmed at the fact he was a rogue. Her tail flicked, "..Thank you. For saving me." she said in a soft tone. Speech,

She still seemed scared of him, making him frown slightly but he heaved a sigh and quickly got over it. He didn't expect her to trust him automatically after all. Quelt smiled at her though and shook his head at her thanks, there was no need for that. After all he wasn't one to just leave wolves to die in tar pits, not unless they were sons of butchers who passed him off. "It's nothing really, I couldn't just leave you there." he said sitting down as she shifted. "My name's Quelt, what's yours?" he asked tilting his head to one side as his gaze starred at her. Was he really creepy, maybe intimidating because of his size? He knew there were bigger wolves than him out there, but that didn't make much of a difference for the wolf he was presented with right now. Quelt only hoped he could get her home safely, after all she smelt like a pack. Speech,