I guess it wouldn't be fair to leave you here to starve,
The stranger quipped, and Amon would have agreed - his voice was beginning to rumble with approval to the statement - but he was cut off as she dove towards him. Before he knew it, the little snowflake of a wolf was really damn close to some vital parts, and digging away at the soil.
Whatever she was doing, it was working. He was focused on not crushing her - among other things - and before long there was enough of a gap for him to wiggle one shoulder free. Then the other. And finally, given the opportunity, he was able to escape the grip of the narrow trees. The old man breathed a sigh of relief and stretched himself out, hearing a pop from his lower back.
Ahhh, that's better. Dunno how those trees got there! I swear its a conspiracy, they just appeared out of nowhere,
Okay, all joking aside, he was quite glad to have found a helpful soul in the middle of nowhere. Thank muchly, little miss. Really wasn't looking forward to becoming tree food.
His tail waved to and fro, and then settled against his bottom. So ehm.. Do you come 'ere often?