Nova Peak pot luck

He was the smallest of the litter, and had he remained calm and been able to coordinate his movements, it was possible he could have freed himself. But he could not. Panic gripped him, and he flailed and twisted to no avail. His mother came, calling his name into the hole, and he paused his struggle. "I'm stu—" his word ended in a sharply drawn gasp. There ahead of him, two beady eyes appeared. Now he was bathed in the scent in had previously overlooked. "Monster!" he screeched as his nails dug grooves into the soil in his frantic effort to push himself back up the hole.