She started tugging and pulling at the stick, trying to unloop the chain from the quills, but it was a lot more stuck then she thought and she was being as gentle as she could to not startle the thing, but it wasn't going well. The chain wasn't untangling and, eventually, the stick came free from the chain and she stepped back, internally groaning with frustration.
Blackberry followed the mouse as it scampered away - it didn't really seem to be running away from her too fast, so she didn't alarm it then. She might as well try again, now that she knew how difficult it would be. She picked a different link and carefully began poking forward with the sick.
However, as she brushed forward, she missed the link completely and stumbled a bit to the side as she momentarily lost her balance. Hissing to herself, she turned around to try again.
She tried again, poking forward with the stick to try and pull if off the quillmouse's back, but, again, she missed. She was starting to grow agitated with herself but was careful to keep her mind on the task. She'd rather not go running after the mouse some more.
She carefully tried to loop the stick into the chain again, agitated in her failings. She couldn't believe that she had suffered so much and come so far only to be foiled over and over by a mouse.
Blackberry quickly lost her hold on her stick and hissed with anger when the mouse took off down the river. She quickly gave chase, but it was a lot faster then her and she quickly lost sight of it.
And she didn't notice that it was becoming light again until the cries of the vultures above startled her. Shit this was taking too much time! She needed to come up with a better idea and fast!
She started after the mouse again, but the vultures had caught her off guard and she found that she was a lot farther behind then she would have liked. It would take longer then she would have liked to catch up again.
Blackberry hurried forward, following where the mouse had disappeared, following the faint golden trail it left behind until it was in sight again, panting as she approached. She needed to find a better way of doing this and fast. She looked around at the vegetation and had an idea.
Quickly, she began ripping out leaves and grasses and piling them together, stomping down on some bugs and throwing them in the pile as well. Perhaps if she could bait the mouse, then it would be easier to pull the amulet off of its quills. It would stay still enough for her to pull it away.
Blackberry continued to collect leaves and plants and bugs until she had a decent pile that she pulled over to where the quillmouse was scuttling around, pushing it forward until it was definitely in sight of the rodent. She stepped back a little, waiting, hoping that it would take her bait.