So distracted in my thoughts I had apparently let my guard down as I am caught completely by surprise by a pair of rather large arms quickly wrapping around my body and hoisting my body.

“Gotcha!” the Ursaring says in a very pleased manner.

Then without any regard to whether I wanted to be grabbed he raises me up way over his head and starts walking off with me, forcing the other three to follow behind me confused.

“Hey!” I yell, flailing around as much as I can to try and get free, but his grip is way too strong. “Let me go!”

“Nope,” he says calmly as he continues walking.

My mind is very conflicted right now. His strength is far greater than my own so there’s no way that I can simply break free of his grip without attacking him, and that’s against the rules of this festival. I don’t know why I was grabbed. He’s deliberately making sure his grip is tight enough that I can’t simply wiggle my way out but is also going out of his way to keep his claws from poking into my sides or even threatening to tear my harness. For now I have no choice but to go wherever he’s taking me and assume if it is hostile that between the four of us, we can break out of it.

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