No path back to this one

The Warlord could just catch her words, drifting up through the hole his butt hung freely from. He huffed, but managed to bite back any stinging words. Containing himself to an eye roll as he struggled to pull himself back up - which mostly just resulted in him slipping a little further down.

He heard scrapping and movement beneath him, and then something solid under his paw. Once he could get a good angle and leverage on the shelf, he was able to balance himself and drop a little further down. Now, head through the crack of the wolf, he contemplated what to do next. If only they had a decent sized mule that could try to kick the place over… he guessed he was just stuck with the ass in the cottage instead. He poked his tongue out at his sister. “You and your told you so’s. Alright then, how would you dismantle this place?”

"Speech"