The Sentinels houstan, we have a problem.

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She perked her ears to the comment, glancing over at him from the corner of her good eye. It only just now occured to her that he had a funny accent to his voice and a foreign way of speaking, but she still got the gist of what he was saying. Was he being honest about her "ruble movin'", or was he possibly just saying that to make her feel a bit less humiliated about seeking his help? She supposed it didn't matter either way; soon enough, if this stranger held true to his promise of assisting her, she'd be treeless and back on four paws in no time.

He made the suggestion that they both work to dig her out, to which she was about to say "sure", but then he made an amused statement about pushing on her rump instead, as a second option. Yeeeeaaaah... no. That was definitely not happening. She was already a little wary of letting him dig so close to her defensles body; he didn't need to be straight up touching her, let alone on her rear of all places.

Her lip curled into a look of digust, followed by a dismissive scoff. "Yeah, we're digging, thanks."

That being said, she shifted her weight once more and began to awkwardly fling clumps of dirt once more, making tiny impressions in the ground that progressively grew larger each time. She didn't know if he would help out with her progress in the back or if he'd help out in the front, but either way, both places needed to be dug out if she was to be freed, so it didn't really matter where he started. She did warily glanced at him every now and then, making sure he wasn't up to any funny business.
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