Kicking Down The Door

Jareth wasn't sure he liked this place much. It had seemed interesting at first, but the further he wandered amongst the rocks, the more he realized he had no idea where he was going. With his still small stature, he had a hard time peering over the rocks, and some of the boulders towered high above him. Everything was starting to look the same, and he wondered if he was getting anywhere at all or just wandering in circles. Frustrated, he flopped down to the ground, stretching out his legs as the claws of his forepaws dug into the ground. Why wasn't there any sign of the direction he ought to go? Scowling, Jareth's gaze cast around at the rocks that all looked the same. He wasn't normally afraid of anything, but he was starting to feel closed off from the world, like he'd entered a place that had no exit. Like he was trapped, and the rocks were closing in on him.

The boy crawled to the nearest boulder, pressing his body against it. At least it felt comforting to have his back against something solid while he continued to scan his surroundings. Unable to decide which direction to take next, Jareth curled up and closed his eyes, pressing his face into his forepaws. His ears were perked, listening to find if it made any difference. Perhaps his other senses would give him clues that his eyes would not. Was there any way to return to a normal environment, or would find himself lost in this barren, rocky place until he starved to death?