The Tangle bird watching goes both ways

The other wolf’s tail wags back and forth and she watches it swing a few times. Eventually, her own falls into place and her face relaxes, looking up just as Sif introduces herself. “Sif. Okay.” Weird name. Sif. Her brows knit briefly together, thinking about it a few more seconds before the other catches on to what shenanigan she’s gotten herself into. The way the wolf offers her help is a little strange and there’s a tight feeling in her spine that normal twisting and squirming can’t shake.

“Okay, yes. Yes, please, but,” she pauses, turning a little to expose which ankle is stuck. She lifts her right rear leg up a little, making it obvious which vines are connected to her. “But just the weeds and stuff, okay? Not my foot,” she explains, licking her lips nervously, watching each movement the other makes. Maybe if she puts enough force, she can pull up the foliage but she hesitates, waiting to see what the strange wolf plans to do.

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