Qeya River Marble rye

He put his paws on the trunk again- one above the other, as it wasn’t broad enough for him to have them placed side by side. He gave the tree a shove- and felt it sway almost imperceptibly away from him, before it swayed back into place. He gave it another shove- the tree moved again. Another shove, timed just at the end of its rebound sway- and it seemed to become more willing to move. 

To bend or break, it would not- but sway? Absolutely. 

But Ksura didn’t have the force to make the tree sway far enough for it to loosen the raccoon’s grip. 

He caught what he thought was the sound of something rattling- and turned to see the medic with an amused look on his face. Ksura felt no shame- he was too hyperfixated on the task at hand, and saw before him a potential solution. 

You help me shake this think outa the tree, He said, And I’ll turn its baggy hide into something you can use. Tail and all. A fair trade, he thought.