Sigyn nearly fell over from shock. The wolf had talked to her. At least, she was pretty sure it was the wolf. Wasn't it? Who else would be telling her they wouldn't bite her, though? But wolves didn't talk. Did they? Were these a special sort of wolves? Did the whole pack talk? Or was she losing her mind from the stress?
No, that was just silly.
While she'd had questions chasing themselves in circles inside her mind, the wolf had managed to grab hold of her wrists. Or at least the rope on them, and now he was telling her to pull. Or she was imagining it. Really hard. Either way, pulling seemed like the most practical next step anyway. So she began tugging, but the wolf was just looking at her, so Sigyn paused, wondering if she really was imagining things.
Then the wolf started yanking, hard enough that she was pulled off balance. She reacted by planting her feet to stabilize herself. And for the next few minutes, there was a tug of war that was doing little other than rubbing the skin off her wrists and hands. She bit her lip, trying to keep from whimpering, but the sound came out of her anyway. The ropes were tighter than she'd thought. Just when she thought she couldn't take it another second, there was a sudden loosening and a loop was pulled free. After that the rest slid right off.
“Alright,” she said, feeling rather silly to be speaking to a wolf. “Thank you. I'll just be going no--”
Sigyn broke off as she heard voices growing closer. Squashnose and his buddies, it couldn’t be anybody else. And they were coming their way? Why? They'd thrown her to the wolves, literally. What could they want? To watch her get ripped apart? Sigyn couldn't make out words yet, but she didn't want to be there when she could, because by then they'd be far too close.
With big eyes, she looked at the wolf and whispered, “I think we should all be going now.”