She ranged out just enough, for mountainous terrain kept her busy. The borders were scoped, a renewed vigor upon them after Jace's intercepted intruder a while back, and almost constantly she felt the pull of the hunt. Despite some recent success (marked of course in failure too), it was impossible to settle and relax.

The days might have subtly begun to lengthen again, but she remained restless and at times viciously so. Jace's reinstatement to beta had lightened duty for the dark-furred female, nature had demanded that she remain busy and attentive to the edge of obsessive, almost -- to keep herself fit, and to uphold all that was the Sunspire.

So she jogged the slopes and picked her way downward. A path curved underfoot and she tracked it a while, until she caught the scent. Naturally, a shift was in order and soon, she saw, and she was sure to look twice to make sure she was seeing it properly.

It was a curious sight to find: just a hind end which was, upon closer inspection, quite stuck. Her ears were quick against her head and she approached with a low rumble in her throat. This was bizarre, and just from the sight of his latter half, he was a big creature so close to her turf. She lifted hackles and tail alike, snorting as she drew near to the wolf's rump to test truly how stuck he was. Up close, his size was even more apparent.. which was noted. She still felt keenly confident in her relative smallness. Speed and ferocity were always in her favor.

How unsightly.. she grated with a chuff, her breath practically on his haunches then as she bit back the curve of a smirk. Amekaze sounded annoyed, true, but she was also curious. Since he smelled of no neighboring pack (or anything in particular that she could recognize, really), she was slightly more accommodating, but all he need to do is give her good reason and she'd devote herself to removing him from the Sunspire's vicinity for good.

In silence, she had observed his struggle and soon it all stopped. He had looked stuck in the fullest sense of the word, and, the fact that he remained so even in her presence was just further proof. Up close, she could see just how tightly he fit in between the rocks. In fact, she was fairly certain she had never seen anything so thoroughly stuck.

Then she listened, ears splayed and head tilted as she was met with an interesting barrage. Huffing softly, she rolled her eyes. He couldn't possibly know much about her, let alone how refined and beautiful she may be, unless he had eyes in his ass.. but she chuffed quietly, a note on the very verge of a small laugh. He was at least right to call himself foolish. Just look at him. But she was finding herself vaguely entertained; this was certainly not typical..

Hm, unless the 80 is my half, maybe reconsider the split and I may see what I can do.. she peered at this predicament, and although she wasn't too keenly interested in the rabbit, getting something out of this would be good . Is there room enough to push you in further then turn around? Or will that just get you stuck in the other direction? I do not suspect that will go easily, either, she said, referencing how perfectly he was wedged in there, and unless there was a way to basically butter his sides up, this looked bad and since she didn't know how much space was in front of him, it was hard to say how to approach it.

This was absurd. The longer she looked at it, the rear-end of a big brute stuck in the side of the mountain, the more she was torn between just laughing and actually doing something about it. After all, she couldn't exactly leave something like this just stuck here.. it was probably an insult to the mountain, and just maybe, he would be of more use if he weren't stuck. Although already she was questioning his brain power if it had landed him like this.

Well. Such is life. At least she was getting a fresh meal out of it, and the hunger winter inspired in her was pleased by that idea. Alright, alright.. she said, half to him and half to herself after he said he would give it an even split, and that he had room. As she did, she looked the back end of this wolf up and down, his meat all bunched up, his tail raised tall (why even..? she didn't have it in her to find offense in it, this was that ridiculous), the rock practically squeezing him off. There really was no good way to go about this...

Gentle? I can make no guarantees, she called back to his request for gentleness, for it was not really something she excelled at. But so long as teeth weren't involved, he should be fine. Actually, she guessed the mountain was going to be the cruelest to him still. So you had best tuck it all in and truly be ready.. Ame warned as she dug her paws deep into the footing (which of course was not really ideal for this) and giving him one last second for final preparations, she gave him a good old shove. Shoulder first, she leaned all her weight into it -- trying to mind the... ah, ass as she did. His size out-matching her own didn't make this any easier, but she focused on generating as much force as she could.

This was still ridiculous. Her ears slicked back at his immediate protest, for the sound he made was quite unexpected. But she kept at it, trying to focus on how nice a fresh, warm meal of rabbit would be.. not the male's whining, or his big awkward butt. The dark female rolled her eyes. Gentle may not be good enough to get you out, she grunted to his complaints, gritting her teeth and carefully shifting her weight.

She struggled to tell if he had budged much at all from where she was. It felt like a lot of effort went into this, and maybe for what, a few centimeters worth of movement? She scrunched up her face and hoped that no one would stumble across this; it was scarcely better than just an wolf's ass end sticking from the mountain, and she could feel his ridiculousness beginning to rub off on her. Awful.

He did confirm that he was almost there, so that was marginally hopeful and she faced this accordingly. She wrinkled her muzzle, squinted her eyes, drew another deep breath, and put her strength into it.. all while thinking that it had better be the tastiest rabbit of the wintertime for this. Ame shoved, although tried not to be overly forceful about it since she surmised he might be the sensitive sort. But, as she had warned him, this was probably one of those situations in which a little pain was necessary (and she was certain it wouldn't kill him, unlike staying stuck here for good..)

She shoved, eyes shut and attentions focused on getting this over with, until it seemed that he budged. Ame half-slipped in the motion, her paws not ready for him to move quite like he had and his yelp was quick to confirm what she feared; she hadn't meant to ram his nuts (or dangerously close to them, but his complaint made her assume that contact had been had) like that.

But, it seemed to have worked. His rump had been moved forward, out of the immediate vicinity of her face and while she worked to recover her footing and shake out her coat, she spied the rabbit's sudden and unexpected escape. Muttering something ugly and incoherent, she gathered her paws scrambled in its direction, but it was too late.

The thing, terrified out of its wits and probably ready to never see another wolf again, took off at full speed to promptly haul ass across the mountain terrain. And her late start was costly. Soon, she slowed up and with a low growl in her throat and returned to the wolf-catching crevice.

The sight she was met with sent her ears splaying immediately. Are you serious... she sighed at him, panting softly with her fur tousled and frustration evident.

She lowered her own rump to the ground with a sigh, and used the moment for a quick rest while her breathing slowed from the unexpected sprint after the rabbit. Now, she got a good look at him -- half of him, anyway, but this time the front half at least. So it was an improvement even if he was still stuck. Apparently he was a wolf she was meant to become acquainted with one half at a time.

Committing his name to memory and matching it to his face, scent, and otherwise, she nodded. I am Ame, she returned, still wearing a frown as she peered at his new predicament. You know, pushing is a lot easier than pulling.. she said as she slowly rose to stand back up then glided even closer to him to investigate the crevice's edge and how to approach this exactly. He hadn't liked her roughness in shoving, so she doubted he would be very keen on her, for example, tugging on him with her teeth. Plus, he was a good bit bigger than she was so that only made this more difficult. I do not think you will like anything I have in mind, so, any suggestions on how to approach this? she asked and leaned back, feeling particularly done with everything here.

Together they seemed to consider the problem, and the solutions were not making themselves readily apparent. Water was a good idea, if only it was easy to get any here. Mhm, winter. And, the nearest creek is not.. exactly so near, she sighed. There was a chance it would still have a small trickle down its middle, since winter had been relatively mild so far, but transporting it here was the problem; she lacked the dexterity to just carry some here with anything except her mouth. I could just spit on you instead, she smirked, half-joking and ready to be amused by his answer.

If it were warmer out, I would suggest trying to grease you up with some aloe or something similar.. but with plants all dried up, that is not easy to come by. Amekaze huffed. You really have no wiggle room, not even if you squirm and shift around..? she squinted at the edge of the crevice then looked back to him; that would have been her go-to: just a lot of wiggling around until something gave, and she managed to squish her body around in just the right way to free up just the tiniest bit of space.

... So, she would spare him a bit more time and effort. Whether or not he could get freed was yet to be seen, but regardless, she would be off for a hunt whenever her patience wore off. Hopefully he got out before then.