Redhawk Caldera Snow Squalls

Peregrine blinked in response to that. "Oh. Um..." He shifted a bit closer, eyeballing the situation. He wasn't sure what he could do, if anything. He didn't want to break her jaw. But if he didn't help her, would she be stuck here until she died of starvation or exposure? Although this situation was rather silly, he felt a little bit of genuine fear and concern race through his blood.

"Why were you trying to eat the tree in the first place?" he scolded her, albeit without any real malice in his voice. "Are you a fucking beaver?" As he spoke, he padded around the tree, assessing her position from every possible angle. Indeed, her jaws appeared to be embedded in the tree's trunk.

"I think..." he said after a while, "that all you can really do is sort of saw your teeth back and forth a little bit until you widen the indentations. Then you should be able to wiggle loose. I think," he repeated, his breath curling from his mouth in a silver cloud that hung like a wisp in the dark air.