The Tangle Arpiqsiaputiq

He looked up at the stranger, blinking in pure confusion. He had been too focused on his situation to notice the other approaching - until they spoke that was. "Will that really work?" He asked, brow furrowed.

Despite his harsh tone, the instructions were followed. While it certainly helped the thorns still snagged, a cry erupting from his throat. What a sorry sight he must be.

Pulling himself out he was quick to begin licking at his scratches. "Dammit.. at least they'll scab over quickly. I don't feel like looking for no damn moss." He grumbled, verbally looking over his schedule which had been significantly pushed pack due to this little mess.