Yell for help

"Help! Somebody, help me, please!" you shout, your voice echoing through the empty woods. Your heart sinks as you are met with only silence. You're going to die here. You eye your arm, trying to decide how long you can stand to dangle here before you resort to chewing your arm off to get free.

Fortunately, you don't get to find out. A few minutes pass before your large, triangular ears catch the sound of something crashing and stumbling through the underbrush. It can't be a beist--no self-respecting beist would make that much noise. No animal would, either. Which means it must be a human.

Your ears go flat and your tail bristles as a ragged and dirty human stumbles out of the bushes, his shaggy black hair poking out from under a heavily patched brown cap. He stops short and stares at you, his eyes pale blue, then he rushes forward.

You hiss and growl, baring your sharp teeth as he comes at you. He stops again, frowning.

"Aren't you the one I heard calling for help?" he asks. "Don't you want me to get you out of that?"

"Out of the trap you set?" you snarl.

"I didn't set it," he says. "I was just out for a walk and I heard your calls. Believe me, I had no idea there was poaching on my--on the King's land. Now, will you let me help you?"

He seems sincere and you want to believe him, but your feline senses tell you that he's hiding something.