There were somethings Itheral had been able to live down. The time he'd slept-walked around his original pack's territory as a pup, and ended up trying to sleep against the wrong female wolf's belly...he was only a puppy, though, so it was never considered anything more then a cute thing pups do. Harder to live down was the time he'd tried to hit on a rather attractive wolfess he'd run into, only to find out she was actually a rather effeminate male. An alpha male, in fact. Of a pack that were lurking nearby, watching his every move. He was fortunate that the vast majority of the pack was too busy laughing hysterically to give chase, leaving Itheral just the rightly-irate alpha male to outrun.
The shrill, high-pitched squeal he gave out upon the feeling of those large paws on his hips, though, would be very, very hard to live down. It filled the cavern behind him as Itheral's legs flailed in a vain attempted to fight off the attacker trying to drag him off to hell. His pathetic attempts to kick out, though, only caused his sides to get even more tightly squeezed, and not a single kick landed. All the while, the normally cocky wolf cried out like a little puppy, certain that whatever it was trying to pull him back was about to eat/butcher/disembowel him in some horrific fashion
"OHGODLETGOLEMMEGOLEAVEMEALONEOHGODLETGO-" the wedged wolf screamed, flailing about. Ample backside swayed and wiggled rather comically, tail flapping about like mad. It wasn't until a moment after the tenth shrill yip that Itheral suddenly passed out. Whether from fright or having used up all the oxygen in his immediate surrounding from screaming like an idiot was up for debate. Oddly enough, as soon as he lost consciousness, his body went slack, and actually budged backwards a bit. The fat brute was still snugly wedged, but with his fat form relaxed, he stood a chance at being freed. Plus, he wasn't screaming his head off, which would be nicer for anyone within earshot.
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