The Tangle Settle down, it'll all be clear

She froze, and what parts of her ruff wasn’t snagged quivered to life; her tail, feathering helplessly, fluffed itself up in alarm. Who was this?— But she was in no position to flee, or spit at him with her frustration. ”O-Oh, I am rather well. I, I, er... ahm, uh, I w-was just sleeping! A-and, I, well...” Either way, the herbalist supposed that if she asked nicely enough, this unknown male would help her? ...Right?

”Oh!” she cried softly, giving a sad little stamp of a snowshoe hind. ”Might I a-ask for assurance— assistance! Assistance, please? I am so tangled, and I only wanted to see what this vegetation was beyond here!” Plume of her tail curved, distraught. ”And, well, I-I thought this was ze only way in. I thought I was small enough; everyone on ze cliffs is so vast. But I did not think at all, of course...”