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Now this was embarrassing. Well, not too embarrassing yet, he supposed, seeing as nobody had actually come across him like this, but he knew it was only a matter of time. There was no way he was getting out of this predicament on his own. None. He was stuck, and the more he struggled to free himself, the more stuck he got.

Mathias was caught, his antlers tangled in the roots of a tree that he had tried to duck under while lopping along in the woods in his natural form, and for the last several minutes at least, he had begun making high pitched, panic like sounds, hoping to catch somebodies attention.

This was the worst. The absolute worst.

He was just about ready to give up for a time, to slump his equal parts fluffy and scarred body on the ground in defeat (if the roots would even allow him that much movement at this point) when he heard a voice calling out, one that seemed to be looking for him.

One that also seemed kind of familiar.....

But sheisse, she wanted him to be louder? He inwardly grumbled at this females lack of superior hearing ability before letting out a couple more shrill, dying rabbit like sounds that echoed through the wood.

It was when she found him, his eye swiveling up towards her briefly, that he finally realized just who was coming to his aid.

Holly.

He was somehow equal parts relieved and agitated, the fur along his back puffing up yet more the moment before she laid a hand on him and scratched at his head.

And then he practically melted because ohhhhh that felt good.

Eyes closing as he leaned his head back against her touch, he let out a long sigh, almost deciding that being trapped here wasn't actually so bad, before he mentally, and physically, gave his head a shake. What was he thinking??

He let out another shrill squeak, this one filled with a certain air of impatience as she began to work on getting his antlers untangled from the trees roots.

The precise moment that he felt his antlers come free of the roots, Mathias had bunched his back legs up behind him, prepared to dart away as fast as he could possibly go.

But instead, he found himself trapped, grasped by Holly's hands and cuddled up into her lap. His wings attempted to flare, to beat her away, but they were too quickly pinned against her body as her hands ran through his fur. He let out an indignant squeak, trying to pull away, only to stop when he felt fingers scratching behind his ears.

He was doomed. Absolutely, blissfully, doomed.

Letting out a soft murring like sound, he melted again, settling down into her lap complacently, her magical fingers keeping him rooted in place for the moment. If she should happen to stop, he would likely let out a soft growl.

The kiss to his forehead was a bit much, however, and he may have snapped his teeth at her for it. Did she truly not recognize his wings? His ears? His teeth???

Minipet?

Minipet????

No amount of ear stroking could soothe away the sudden blow to his ego, and he began to squirm once more, jerking his head away from her touch while letting out a frustrated growl. He was absolutely determined to be free of her grasp, his wings flexing in an effort to free them enough to beat them against her face if necessary.

This was far too demeaning to go on any longer!

And just like that, he was suddenly free, and face planting into the dirt with an undignified huff that blew dust and dead leaves in either direction. Sitting up with a scowl, he shook his head, ears flapping to either side, debris falling from his antlers, wings ruffling up behind him before settling back down.

Slowly, he turned, and glowered at her one last time, letting out a small grunt before he moved off, not far, not even out of her line of sight, really, loping along the ground until he came to a halt, pawing at the ground behind a tree, where his skull pin lay on a pile of clothes hidden in the brush.

With a paw firmly planted on top of it, he suddenly transformed back into student form, crouched down, naked, his fingers slipping around the pin as he stood up straight, wings stretching and folding over himself to at least protect his modesty a little as he made a grab for his clothing.

"Next time." He scoffed. "Next time I vill be having to hope you can tell difference between minipet and something that is not." He was still scowling when he said it, cheeks flushing red.

Apparently a thank you could come later.

"Is that a problem?" He snapped, tempted to fold his wings back behind himself to show just how very much his current, unclothed situation did not bother him in the slightest. But instead he just shook his head, and grumbled underneath his breath as he sat down and began to pull on a par of tights, very carefully so as not to snag them on the long claws of his feet, a skill that took practice.

"A volpertinger is not soft." His voice softened to a pout, and he frowned. "A volpertinger is not minipet like."

That apology was still coming. Eventually.

His shorts came next, and then a shirt, as he huffed out a sigh which was more like a snort, really. "Fine. My ears are soft." He would concede only to that point, "But my teeth are strong and my claws are sharp, and my antlers are...vell, the vill be large and powerful!"

Pulling on his boots, he stood back up, his wings folding behind himself.

He stared at her with narrow eyes for a moment longer.

"Yes. That is true." He scratched at one of his sideburns, and then, he mumbled quietly while he stooped down to get his jacket.

"Thank you for not leaving me...."