“Positive,” she replied, slowly moving forward. For the first three steps, she thought the tiercel moved, but later proved to just be a trick from the light. By the time she reached the staff, the first thing she did was take ahold of the extended foreleg. She shook it a bit, but it held on to the staff tightly. Thinking the wooden tool might be an easier target, she took ahold of that, and jerked it a bit. To her surprise, it readily moved. With a grunt of effort, she pulled it out from the ground. 