Wapun Meadow Slow down It's a science

Well, this was a little bit of a pickle.

Somehow, someway, D'Artagnan had managed to get a thin yet strong vine wrapped around both his head and the entirety of his beak, sealing it shut. Most likely as a consequence of having to quickly flee through the foliage of a nearby forest. How was he supposed to know a fox had been watching him while he foraged around on the ground? It had been a swift attack, though thankfully Dart was quicker, and with a surprised screech he had immediately taken flight just as the fox's claws raked through his tail feathers.

Out of immediate harm's way now, the raven landed in a sun drenched field, no worse for wear save for a racing heart and a tied up beak. Soft, anxious warbles sounded within his breast as he begin to walk through the flowers, unsure how to get out of this predicament. He scratched at his head with a foot a few times, claws scrabbling at the knotted vines, but to no avail. He needed something sharper, something more precise, something like...

He perked upright as he saw the half-hidden form of a dark wolf lying in the grasses just ahead of him. Ah, wolf fangs! Perfect! With a skip in his step, Dart hopped the remaining distance between himself and the lazing creature, slowing as he closed in. His mother had told him never to disturb a sleeping wolf, but this was an emergency! And this one didn't seem too bad, she was small and looked rather young, at least. Still, the raven was cautious as he approached, letting out soft, inquiring gurgles as he inched closer to the maw of the dozing female.