[There's no way an arm warmer is more important than the fate of a human being. Soramaru pauses in his chase to gape at the scene since... it looks like some unfortunate soul is being devoured alive (lovingly??) under a pile of fur.
He wastes little time, hurrying over to the mess and holding out a hand.]
Here, I'll pull you out!
[Except now some of the werewolves turn their focus on Soramaru and he's suddenly got a bunch of balls of fur clinging to his legs.]
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He wastes little time, hurrying over to the mess and holding out a hand.]
Here, I'll pull you out!
[Except now some of the werewolves turn their focus on Soramaru and he's suddenly got a bunch of balls of fur clinging to his legs.]