She had really done it now, the tiny girl had managed to twist herself around enough that she was now good and stuck. The more she struggled against the thorny cage the more it seemed to dig into her flesh, twisting and pulling at her fur as she tried to break free. A pathetic whine escaped her jaw and Estelle stopped struggling for a moment to breath. Turquoise eyes scanned frantically for something… anything that could help her free herself but no such luck. She would have reclined upon her haunches then, resigned to her fate but she was well and truly pinned upon her paws. "Aide moi Seigneur." She muttered under her breath. She was running out of ideas here and clearly she wasn’t going to break free through sheer brute force any time now… The whining started up again then, slowly growing in pitch and volume as the helplessness set it. "Pouvez-vous m'entendre?"

While perhaps not traveling through the best place to be daydreaming, Odysseus' thoughts were far, far away, and with good reason. On his back Olafur was chattering up a storm. What exactly had gotten into him to make him so chatty, Odysseus didn't know. All he knew was that if the saying about talking someone's ears off was true he would soon lose some body parts. Dutifully he mmhm'd, uh huh'd and oh really?'d all the while thinking about large, beautiful women. A high pitched whine yanked him out of his reverie. With perhaps a little too much enjoyment, he shushed Olafur. "Do you hear that?" The macaque, so unaccustomed at this point to being interrupted, spluttered and struggled to change gears. "Um...yes? A bit like a songbird getting crushed?" To this Odysseus shrugged and then said slyly, "You know what a crushed songbird sounds like?" Without another word he changed course off the beaten path and into the brambles to investigate. Big as he was Odysseus of course had no trouble plowing through the brambles. For the most part the thorns simply combed through his long winter coat, but occasionally the little barbs would go after his legs and face which were less heavily furred. Where they managed to break through and stick him stung, and while not anywhere close to being grievous the constant needling was getting old. Thankfully right before he gave up he spied the source of the noise. Not far away was a woman. The brute's eyes were immediately drawn to the thorny arms wrapped tightly around her. His eyebrows rose incredulously. Damn. She must have thrashed around quite a bit. With Olafur peering around his head, Odysseus slowly made his way towards her. His tone dry, he quipped, "I didn't know wolves grew on brambles." Behind him Olafur rolled his eyes. "ODYSSEUS"  / "OLAFUR"

Estelle was certain that at some point the barbed brush would start enveloping her totally, maliciously swallowing her whole before slithering into her nose and eyes where it would devour her from the inside until she was- Her less than joyful daydreaming was interrupted as a new scent caught her attention and despite her sudden desire to curl in upon herself in the usual submissive position she was glad to see another face. Caught as she was she couldn’t lower herself so she made do with tucking her ears back against her skull. Had she fully understood the quip he tossed her way she might have bristled slightly but as it was she only tilted her head curiously as she struggled to take apart the words she didn’t understand and fit them against the frame work of her mother tongue. “Euh sorry I don’t speak…” She spoke in sweet, accented and hesitant tones fully aware she was probably butchering the language. “I am… merde!” She struggled for a moment to find the word but could not bring it to mind. “I am coincé?” the final word was spoken as a question, hoping he would understand. "Pouvez-vous m'entendre?" Hover for translations

She was really in there good, wasn't she? He didn't see any wounds in serious need of care and she appeared to be in relatively good spirits so he wasn't immediately concerned for her safety. If she'd accept the assistance he'd be happy to help out where he could. With two jaws working at the brambles and Olafur's nimble fingers untangling they'd be able to get her out in no time. "...sorry, I don't speak..." The woman then tried anther time or two to make herself understood. Despite the frustration that clearly underscored each word the woman's voice was lovely and made all the more charming by her accent. He took a stab at what she was trying to convey. "In a bit of a pickle, huh?" As he jerked his head in Olafur's direction, the brute introduced the pair. "This is my friend Olafur and I'm," he vaguely motioned towards himself. "Odysseus." Already intent on helping he took a step closer before catching himself. The brute paused and sought out the woman's gaze. "Would you like some help?" He motioned towards Olafur again. "I bet Olafur could make quick work of some of those brambles." "ODYSSEUS"  / "OLAFUR"

"In a bit of a pickle, huh?" Where Estelle struggled with more straight forwards sentences in this language she was totally lost when it came to figures of speech. Perhaps it was lucky then at the word pickle wasn’t in her limited knowledge of English words. ”Pickle?” She muttered under her breath, but she didn’t have much time to try and puzzle her way through the word.  The male jerked his head back at the strange creature upon his back which had somehow managed to overlook. Estelle forced herself not to stare and focus instead on what he was saying. Her grasp on the language may have been lacking but she could tell an introduction when she heard one. “Estelle.” She nodded slightly. "Would you like some help?" Estelle had to keep herself from being too excited lest she twist herself deeper or truly cause some damage. Help! Now help was a word she recognized. "Oui!" She exclaimed before being able to bring herself back to focus. “Euh, yes please.” "Pouvez-vous m'entendre?" Hover for translation

With ease Olafur swung down off of Odysseus' back and ambled towards the woman. He paused beside her, large yellow eyes briefly seeking out her gaze before darting to the brambles. His brow scrunched in thought and he reached up to pluck at one hesitantly before gripping it in both hands and attempting to twist it hard enough to break it. He couldn't quite do it and after a few moments of struggling with it the macaque stretched up on his toes, took the bramble between his teeth and bite it in two. His nose wrinkled at the taste. "The big ones are all yours, Odysseus." With a crooked smile Odysseus stepped towards the woman. With Olafur on the woman's right the brute decided to take up position on her left. Seeking her gaze, he asked, "So tell me, how did you get so tangled?" To emphasis his question he tugged on one of the brambles. "How'd you do this?" Up close he could see that untangling her would be next to impossible. It would be much faster to do as Olafur had done and simply break the tendrils. With that in mind he snapped the bramble in his jaws and quickly picked up another to do the same. "ODYSSEUS"  / "OLAFUR"