"Seems like," Tony murmured, taking a swinging step back to give the beast the room it needed to draw itself up. The vines tangled around it strained and snapped, clumps of greenery sloughing off of its back as it rocked from side to side, getting its feet under it, and making the whole square rumble as the earth shifted. Two sleepy, curious eyes blinked through the curtain that had draped over it as it hibernated, searching with a sniff before it heaved forward and knocked its head into Tony in a shower of soil and leaves.

At least the carpet of growth did a little to cushion Tony's fall back onto his ass. He grunted in surprise, but didn't have much time to complain before the animal was sniffing at his face, and he had to try to discourage, "Yeah, it's me, we don't have to talk about it--come on," pushing the roots off of its rocky features. Still working, he called over to Felwinter, "Get rocks. Lots of rocks. We're going to throw them."