The Sentinels houstan, we have a problem.

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Knowing it'd take a good while, she'd decided to go ahead and get started with digging herself out. Grumbling a couple of indistinguishable curses in regards to her situation, she awkwardly stretched her hind legs forward and began to flick dirt backwards, clawing out medium sized clods and flinging them behind her, one pawfull at a time. The process was a little more effective than she'd thought it would be, this dirt chunks larger she'd previously assumed them to be, but it would still take hours. There goes any hope of dinner.

Maybe five minutes after beginning the agonizingly slow process, she became vaguley aware of another creature moving through the undergrowth, causing her to furrow her brows and briefly pause in her work so as to listen. Not something huge like a bear... but definitely not tiny like a squirrel or rabbit. Darn. Her nostrils twitched and flared as she sought to obtain the creature's scent, and once she had identified it, a grimace spread onto her muzzle. Wolf. Male. Heading this way.

On one hand, that could be good. Maybe he could help dig her out and make this go a lo-o-o-o-t quicker. On the other hand, she'd be seen in this humilating position by a complete stranger, and even if he did help her, she'd have to admit to needing his help in the first place, something that greatly conflicted with her pride. Certainly seemd like the cons outweighed the pros, but it's not like she had a choice; the man was approaching on his own accord. All she could do was dreafully turn her head in the sound/scent's direction and wait for him to happen upon her... like this...

Of course, when she finally spotted the shade of a man - a well figured male of obsidian fur and piercing yellow eyes - his first reaction was to be amused by her predicament. She very clearly scowled at him and turned away, caught somewhere between humiliated defeat and the stubborn need to somehow look dignified, like all this was entirely intentional, though it clearly was not and her efforts were in vein. Either way, she still refused to speak or even acknowledge his existance, trying to pretend he just wasn't there. Who needed him. She could dig herself out. Sure, it'd take a while, but that suddenly seemed a lot better than entertaining this cocky little- 

His mocking question grated her ears like sandpaper, forcing her to find him again, her muzzle wrinkled in a "shut up" fashion. She decided she suddenly hated him. Hated him for daring to sit so close, for daring to laugh at her situation and daring to give that cruel smile of amusement.

"No," came her digruntled huff, her eyes turning away from him so as not to look pleading, like she needed his help. She didn't, and just to prove it, she continued trying to dig herself out, resuming the act of flinging dirt behind her. Too bad he couldn't sit his little self righteous ass over there behind her; she'd have quite a few little gifts to give him.
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