The pull was simple… just effort. With the knot sitting on one ankle correctly, I transformed and hopped back up. Being careful not to nick the rope with my claws was the most time consuming part.
Feet planted firm, werewolf strength proving sufficient, the uneven weight raised up and up until I was sure its head was clearing the floor by enough to get a bucket underneath - which I was sure of because of the one I had left nearby to judge this.
> I was really sure the bear was going to run into it when the whole animal swung that way like a rather macabre pendulum. <
Wrapping the rope twice around the support beam… something Helene knew was called a 'round turn' thanks to the Omegas that still needed human ingenuity in the village she grew up in, I let go of the rope with one hand and started to transform back to a human again.
