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The only response she gave to his sarcasm was an annoyed grunt, which just as easily could have been the result of her strenuous efforts, making it difficult to tell where the noise had been directed. So was that his plan then? Just sit there and watch her struggle to get free, like some kinda twisted form of entertainment? Again, she didn't need his help, nor did she want him to supply it on his own (since that would paint her in a weaker light, she thought), but if his intention wasn't to help, he certainly didn't need to stick around anymore. His presence just made her feel dumber and dumber by the minute, especially with that cocky smirk and haughty stance. Not to mention her stomach was still grumbling low, serving as a third painful reminder to her failure, the man and the tree being the first and second. All of these factors were swirling together and greatly testing her temper, making her fruitless tugs and scrabbles more and more frustrated, more and more aggitated. If he did not remove himself soon, she might have a few colorful words for him, as well as a few sharp teeth.

As if he truly sought to make matters worse, the obsidian stranger moved from his seat nearby and stood directly right in front of her, standing just close enough to make her take notice of him, but just far away enough so she couldn't quite bite him. 'Course that didn't mean she wouldn't try, should it come down to that, and he was coming awfully close. She paused in her digging and turned her head up to him, meeting his scrutinizing yellow gaze with an equally intense brown one, not a trace of fear or submission to be found in her murky depths. If anything, with her half lidded gaze and somewhat stoic expression, she almost looked like she didn't give a rat's ass about the man before her. "What?", her cold eyes said. "You don't intimidate me," her single exposed fang said.

Considering the type of wolf she'd assumed him to be up to this point, she was a little taken aback by his sudden kind tone and offer to help, briefly shown in the way her wrinkled muzzle smoothed, hiding all teeth except the fang that would always poke out beneath her lip. Maybe he wasn't just here to mock her; perhaps this offer was genuine... no. Maybe something was in it for him. Like what? her mind sneered. You're a random lady out in the middle of the woods who's stuck under in a tree. What would he get outta this other than bragging rights? Maybe that was it. Furthermore, the kindness of his offer was slightly tainted when he said she'd need to ask first, causing her irritated expression to return and her gaze to seek out the tree.  Again, for the millionth time, she didn't want to admit needing help, and felt a hot bubble of frustration towards the fact that he was actually making her ask... but... did she really wanna be her for hours, digging herself out? Especially now, with the possiblility that this stranger might stick around just to sit by and watch her the whole time, plus anyone else that might be taking a stroll through the woods today? No.

After a long moment of weighing her options, she sighed heavily and turned back to him, but did not meet his gaze. Instead, she just dramatically dropped her head on the ground, plopping it roughly between her forelegs with a thump, and huffed in a defeated tone, "Fine. I could use some help." Not a direct question or plea, but it made her pride sting all the same, causing a pout like scowl to form on her face. The admittance was hard enough, so he could take it or leave it.

"I hate rabbits," she mumbled some time after, mostly to herself.
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