-- oh hi did you know I stink 
Myrika is by me!
The tawny woman considered the moose, listening to Willam with pricked ears. She did not immediately supply a suggestion to the silver-tinged coyote, but instead remained contemplative, looking at the marshy muck between themselves and the stuck animal. When an answer was prompted by a direct question from the woman, Myrika nodded her quick agreement. No, she said. If he can't get out himself, he'll starve. Nothing deserves that, Myri said decisively. Even the attackers of Inferni, varied as they were -- a quick death was one thing, but to starve them intentionally? The tawny-hued woman knew Willam to be correct, but she was still considering the problem of extracting the moose without becoming themselves stuck.
Well, she said, sticking her hands on her hips. We should probably hit him with an arrow. Less struggle. She herself did not have a bow and it was the first ranged weapon to jump to her mind. After that... ropes, maybe? she suggested, though she wasn't quite sure how they'd be able to get the ropes around the moose to drag it out. She herself was no expert at lassoing and related skills, but maybe through dumb luck -- or, by some chance, Willam was capable of throwing a good lasso. It'll be hard to find ropes of the right length, though, she murmured, trying to guess the length necessary to cross the distance between themselves and the moose.
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