You Wascally Wabbit! [AW]

"Говорить"

Divo had told her of a cave she had found, one with teeth and how she'd met a boy with a really good stick there. Drawn by the notion of adventure and maybe also getting to find a good stick the girl had made the trek there herself. But neither a boy or a stick she found, instead just a damp musty cave. Which of course was Awesome! Darya was having a blast! First she had barked at the teeth in the cave mouth and when it didn't chomp down on her had ventured further in, eyes wide as she explored the dim surroundings.

At some point she had worked up the courage to try drinking from one of the various puddles of water she had found; fully convinced it was cave saliva. It had tasted musty and not good at all. So definitely saliva. Now she was nosing at a small hole she had found in the wall. She could get her muzzle in it but try as she might her face just kept getting in the way.

So there she was, nose as deep as she could get it in the stone wall, chest pressed to the ground and her rump high with tail beating furiously as she tried desperately to some how fit herself into the hole, unaware of any signs of an approach from behind.