out of the oven and into the frying pan

Considering it was summer, it was truly bad luck that it had rained heavily enough, and the earth had been moist enough to retain the liquid. The muddy pool he had fallen into was thick enough to hold him, and act almost like quicksand as he struggled to free himself from it. Perhaps it was good luck instead of bad, after all, if the muddy earth had not been here, he could have landed on a harder surface, and this would be an entirely different story.

The dirty wolf was pulled from the thick grip of the mud with a resounding plop He was lucky it had been Resin who had found him. Most of his smaller wolves would not have had the strength to pull the titan to shore.

He scrambled the last few steps, as it became shallow enough for his paws to scrap land, and he was able to help Resin pull himself free. He stood to his feet, a few pounds heavier with thick mud coated through his fur. He grimaced, and looked back at the muddy pool. A few hot days would suck the moisture right out of it, and it wouldn’t be such a death trap. Perhaps he could look further afield and see what had trapped the water in this shallow pool of mud, so it did not happen again.

“Resin” he said, looking to his... almost adopted mother, if you looked at it right, and gave a wane smile. “Your timing is impeccable.”