[There's a moment of silence, as Iskierka decides what to do. After all, there's hardly anyone to tell her what to do here, and it's certainly not as if she cares for someone she's only just met. In the end, it's only the fact that she wouldn't much care to be trapped by a vine that actually stirs her to action.
After all, she's never far from sharp things, and her claws make short work of the vine.]
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After all, she's never far from sharp things, and her claws make short work of the vine.]