The wolf stubbornly shook her head, flicking her white tail. "There has to be a way back in," she muttered, allowing her claws to sink into the earth as she stared at her surroundings. Perhaps if she clawed her way up the tree, using the lower branches as support until she got high enough, she could scramble into another tree closer to the window till she was near enough to scramble onto the sill. It was a dangerous plan full of twisted risks, but she was willing to try. After all, the worse she could suffer was probably a broken bone, right?
Right, Helian confirmed her thoughts. "I don't care," she huffed. "I want to try."
A part of her, however, was filled with hesitancy that caused her to pause before carrying out her plan. Perhaps there was another way in that would guarantee more safety. She wondered if there was a lower window that would grant them access into the building. A sigh escaped her maw, and she slapped her front paw against her forehead (le wolf facepalm). Why didn't they think about the rest of the wolves trapped in the cages? Of course, not all of them would be able to find their way out! Her ears burned as a flame swept across her cheeks, smoky embarrassment rising from her pelt as she shook her head slowly.
"Maybe there's a lower window," Helian suggested softly, but her hope was dim.