King Elk Forest the sweet relief of knowing nothing comes for free

up close he is no better able to discern the collar's secrets. the material is thick and inorganic, nothing he's ever seen before, and while he's reassured by her saying it doesn't hurt, he agrees it has to go asap. gingerly he extends his nose to touch it -- and pulls away, surprised by the texture. "maybe we could bite through it?" delight suggests, hesitant to invade mona's space and put his teeth so close to her throat, even in the pursuit of ridding her of this mysterious menance. but if she gives permission, hell, he'll give it a try.