So — Dragomir had fallen down a hole.By no fault of his own, of course! The Redwoods were nothing like the forest where he’d had grown up, which had been bright and full of life from the tippy-top of the trees down to the roots and even deep down under those. On the other paw, the Redwoods were dark and dead and, uh, full of holes, so that was why he'd fallen down here.
Obviously.
Not because he was naturally prone to distraction.
Definitely not because of that.
Drago sighed and stared dejectedly up at the faraway treetops and the mottled sunlight that seeped through the leaves. He found some comfort in the simple yet familiar beauty of the scene. After almost an hour of pacing and attempting (and failing) to free himself, watching a light breeze rattle the leaves brought a sense of calm and renewed optimism. He had been lucky after all that, despite the depth of this sinkhole, he suffered no injuries in the fall. Besides his bruised ego, that was. But! He had stopped by a river to eat and drink not long before his fall, too, and surely someone would find him before long.
He had nothing to worry about! Wolves probably fell down holes in these woods all the time. Packs here probably knew where every hole was in the forest. They probably had scouts specifically designed to check all the holes. That's how common this occurrence was. Yep. No problems here.
...Completely....fine...
Tossing back his head, Drago let out a whimpering howl, "Help!"
