Sunspire Mountains Round Peg, Square Hole (Joining Thread)

A soft whimper escaped from Itheril's throat as he realized what the wolf, who'd just introduced herself as Ame, likely meant; a lot of rather painful pulling with her maw. "Maybe we could....hrmm...if we, no that won't work..." His voice trailed off as he pondered the situation, trying desperately to come up with some trick that would involve him not getting yanked out by his scruff like an oversized puppy.

"Oh!" Eyes twinkled as a stroke of genius struck Itheril, "If we just get some water, we could put some on me, and it'll be far easier for me to slip out! Easy!" He paused after his genius revelation, a gust of frigid winter air ruffling the fur on his scruff. Never mind the issue of actually getting water here, that was another problem.

"Oh right...winter."