The Tangle bird watching goes both ways

Awkwardly, Furi stands there. She lets a few seconds pass in order to come to the best conclusion but any movement tightens the vines around her ankles. She could try to chew her way out but she’s afraid of twisting something—the vines or her ankle—and so it is not her first go to. A few more tugs. Nope. Still stick. She sighs. She turns and bends her knees so she can lower to the ground to try and turn her lanky form to get at the vines but she hears the footsteps of another. Her eyes widen and she freezes, slowly unfolding and standing still on all four legs. If she doesn’t move, it’s not apparent she’s stuck.

Hallo, the strangely marked wolf greets when she is close enough. She doesn’t come any closer and Furi stares at her as she says something again, this time confusing her, but correcting a beat later. It doesn’t sound like Blixen’s language, despite the accent, and she licks her lips nervously. “My name?” she questions, almost speaking again in Trigedasleng. “My name is Furi,” she introduces a beat later. “Who are you?”

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