Rising Sun Valley One Little Slip

A muffled yelp and the girl felt her ears pin pack as a wave of guilt settled in her stomach. She hadn't meant to scare the poor thing, merely to see if announcing her presence would somehow help its situation. It did not, unfortunately, only making them wiggle even more.

She could barely hear what was said next, but the anxious tone of its voice drew her closer once more. It would be a dick move to leave them there in whatever frigid sarcophagus they had wormed their way into. Pan shuddered at the thought. 

"Sorry to scare you," she spoke, hoping that even if they could not hear her, her tone would sooth them. Paws began to dig carefully around where the snow met its fur, hot breath melting the offending flakes in hopes it would provide some lubricant.

"When I grab your tail, wiggle as hard as you can," she waited momentarily for a sign of affirmation before she carefully locked her teeth around its grey tail and tugged.