After casting another wary glance towards the deck, Aza gave the ropes a scrutinizing stare and then a sniff. Donovan had done a fine job of restraining the blonde woman, but Aza didn't sense anything to it beyond simple knotwork. No spells or traps. Hopefully.<br/><br/>Methuseld got herself a frosty blue glare for reminding the fox to move hastily, like maybe in the past few seconds Aza had forgotten how much of a life-threatening disaster all this was for both of them. In a somewhat uncommon display of practicality, though, Aza decided not to retort, only stretching forward enough to slip one little canine tooth beneath the heavy twine at Methuseld's wrists and give an experimental tug. Fox jaws weren't intended for this, but what the hell else was there to do? Even if she wanted to gamble with shifting, slender well-manicured human fingers wouldn't be of much use against the tightly drawn ropes either, not in the limited time they surely had.<br/><br/>She carefully bit down, and started to pull.