Ravensblood Forest get yourself a decent haircut, man

It did not take Chusi too long to find him and this pleased the gangster. He heard her approach, his ears swiveling to the side, hackles ruffling along his spine as she stalked around to the back of the tree as opposed to going for the wide yawning mouth that he'd used. It unsettled him to have his back exposed though he inexplicably trusted her ...and there wasn't much damage she could do to him yet. Old habits died hard, though. He looked over his shoulder when he heard the rustling sound of her trying to squeeze her body through a smaller gap at the back of the trunk, watching as the light diminished as she slid in and then stopped with a soft grunt.

Arturo moved and turned so that he was facing her in full when she let out a breathy exclamation to finding him as she struggled to free herself. She was stuck, Arturo realized. The Ceannasach's lips twitched upwards in amusement and his fiery gaze rested intently upon her as a laugh rumbled in his chest and bubbled up his throat to where it spilled from betwixt his lips. For a moment he allowed himself the amusement of his young ward's situation before he extended his muzzle towards her with the intent of offering her a gentle nudge to her smaller muzzle. “Calm yourself, Chusi.” He advised her in his deep, calm, accented timber. “Take a deep breath. Stop struggling. Still yourself so you can try to determine the best way to get out of your predicament.” Arturo instructed her calmly. “Panic will only make it worse.”