Dmitri listened to her trying to climb out for a few minutes, smirking. She was trapped, like an animal, and frantically trying to escape like one. Finally, he took pity on her and spoke-- not looking down into the hole. If she had any ranged weapons on her, he'd be toast if he showed his head. "I could get you out of there," he informed her in a low, rolling growl.  He wanted her to know what he was, to prove that he'd set the trap. That he could be clever. He stalked around the hole, bare feet making no noise in the soft soil. "I have no intention of eating you." He barked out a laugh. "None at all. I only intend to leave you there, unless you agree to my terms."<br/><br/>There was a quiet noise behind him, which caused him to snap his head around. The younger wolf had come out of hiding, wondering what was taking him so long. He narrowed his eyes at her and growled, a warning. He didn't say anything to her; speaking would be an indication that there was another person with him, rather than just some animal that had happened across the clearing at the wrong time. He didn't want the huntress to know that Tarithe was with him. If she continued to hunt him, he wanted her to think that he was alone. If she managed to kill him, and then went after Tarithe... He didn't want to think about it.<br/><br/>When the smaller wolf didn't move, he barked at her. "Go!" he wanted to say. But he didn't. He stalked towards her, again silent on his bare feet. "Go hide, Tarithe," he hissed, quiet enough that the huntress wouldn't hear. She glowered, but scampered off.