Porcupine Ridge Lost in the city of angels

Farstep managed one more step before his anxiety began to rise once more. What if that hole housed a family of bears, or an entire conglomerate of cougars? What if it was a pit of vipers? He didn't know what a viper was but he'd encountered plenty of grass snakes and rattlesnakes in his time, enough that the sight of anything long and skinny was enough to send him in the opposite direction. No, he couldn't guess at what was in the hole, and until Romulus stepped closer to it than he, he was content to remain oblivious in spite of his gnawing curiosity.

But Romulus did step forward, approaching the hole little by little, and he wasn't instantly swallowed by it for his proximity. This spurred Farstep closer as well. The ground began to slope toward the yawning chasm, so he was careful to place his feet as he drew nearer and nearer to the edge. His tail waved excitedly but in his throats were small whines, betraying his continuing uncertainty about what lay beyond.

He wouldn't need to wonder much longer, for his caution proved ineffective. His paw hit a patch of unseen ice and suddenly his whole body was sliding down the short slope to the hole. He only had enough time to yelp as he tumbled over the edge, fell into the surprisingly warm cenote and hit the water below with an echoing splash.