You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet
Ignoring Tal's protests for the time being, as Morgen's gaze pivots between the foal and the rats, he misses whatever signs there might have been from the ground about it's ability to bare his weight. Sinking in up to his knee, the wrangler barks an abrasive string of curses as he hollers an instruction to the mare behind him that she ought to fuckin' stay put.
"Gee thanks." He grunts to Tal before turning to glare at the rats. 'Y'want me? Come on in, beautiful.' With a mental ping sent to Sweets about what he was planning on doing, Morgen lets his hands run farther up the coil of rope as he nudges himself farther into the quicksand. It was a ploy to get the rats stuck as much as it was a necessity: the longer the loop stayed over the foal's neck the higher chance that its struggles would have it tightening to the point it couldn't breathe.
Trying to work his way deeper and deeper in until he could place a fist between the coil of rope and the foal's neck, Morgen relied on Sweets' to tell him the rats either were or weren't taking the bait.
"Gee thanks." He grunts to Tal before turning to glare at the rats. 'Y'want me? Come on in, beautiful.' With a mental ping sent to Sweets about what he was planning on doing, Morgen lets his hands run farther up the coil of rope as he nudges himself farther into the quicksand. It was a ploy to get the rats stuck as much as it was a necessity: the longer the loop stayed over the foal's neck the higher chance that its struggles would have it tightening to the point it couldn't breathe.
Trying to work his way deeper and deeper in until he could place a fist between the coil of rope and the foal's neck, Morgen relied on Sweets' to tell him the rats either were or weren't taking the bait.
