Firefly Glen everything moves in circles

He was never very good at playing the 'waiting' game. This was torture. Minutes were passing by in uneventful silence, and at this point it only seemed destined to continue. Jem shifted impatiently to his side, drumming an irritated tail on the grassy earth, yet continuing to observe as the two senior citizens advanced slowly across the glen. He yawned, grunted a noise. Well, this little venture wasn't going to result in anything, it was quickly becoming obvious. Perhaps it was time to take matters into his own paws.

Jem pushed himself into motion, falling into a hunter's stance. He held his body low and tense, moved along quite efficiently along the ground...that is until the short-cropped grass gave way to mud beneath his paws. It was wet and sticky, and almost immediately his  paws became soaked through. Then, he slipped. With no time to catch himself, Jem fell awkwardly on his belly, his legs having effectively slid out from under him.