Things had been pretty awful the last few months. Part of him wanted to laugh aloud that he'd been put in such a predicament, but he knew the situation as anything but funny. His claws continued to grip the earth as it roared and quaked around him, praying he would not go tumbling -- or worse, that something would not fall and hit him. From the corner of his eye he saw the water, normally still, now rippling and bubbling with alarming ferocity. It looked much more like the ocean at high tide than a lake, and he shut his eyes again just as quickly.
It was surprising when a deep voice called out his name. A man, and one he had certainly never met. He didn't dare open his eyes amidst all the commotion, afraid he might get dirt in his eyes. He gladly obliged to the stranger's wishes, his limbs seeming to give out beneath him as he dropped down. He shuffled forward like that -- quite a comical scene, if not for the earthquake that was happening all around them -- making his way toward the voice. After a long moment, he felt his head bump into the man's fur, and grew still, eyes still clasped firmly shit.
