A hungry one

A giant, brown, fuzzy orb hopped out of the cave. It wasn't much more than a head bouncing around like a rubber ball, but its massive eyes and teeth made it intimidating all the same. It seemed to be smiling and licking its lips, like it had just finished eating something scrumptious. Or was looking at something equally scrumptious

Kara grabbed Farcadia's hand and started booking it for the water. "That thing ate my sword and armor, and it's still hungry!"

"Kara, what are you doing out here?" Farcadia asked.

"I came looking for you! Why'd you swim all the way downriver anyway? Your party's about to start!"

Farcadia could have attempted an explanation, but the furry monster acted before she could. It grabbed Kara's boot and lifted her up in the air. Farcadia held tight to her friend's hand and was pulled up along with her. The monster bit on Kara's boot with a metallic CRUNCH, causing the nearly-nude knight and fully nude princess to fall onto the creature's furry hide. They bounced off the fur like it was Farcadia's expensive waterbed, and Kara had to grab hold of the creature's fur for dear life. The monster hopped around like a bucking bronco, but Kara held tight to both it and Farcadia to keep them from falling off to their doom.

The monster huffed, displeased at the new passengers. Unbeknownst to the two ladies, it had an appetite only for rich metals, not meat. Kara's refined steel armor was a delectable treat for something that had only tasted raw iron in its life, so it had been very thankful. However, Kara herself had overstayed her welcome, especially now that she'd seemingly brought company with no food of her own. The silly thing didn't even have fur for warmth and protection, just soft and squishy flesh like a baby. Ridiculous if you were to ask the furry creature.

Unfortunately, the creature had few options for removing the unwanted passengers from its hide. All it could really do was hop around trying to shake them loose, but Kara's iron grip made that a fruitless effort. Without arms or legs, the furry ball had no means to swat at the two humans or shake itself in any partiular direction. Indeed, it was in quite a bind, but as luck would have it, an idea sprang into its mind.