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Following the distress call at a reckless gallop, Kaizer arrived only in time to see the back end of Trick disappearing below the line of sight, swallowed whole by the ground. Panic seized his lungs, but it did not stop his legs as they flew him to the edge of the pit. Though he was looking for Trick, it was Raven he saw first -- serving him a jarring cognizance of the situation that reminded him to inhale -- and his thoughts began whirring to find a solution. "Are either of you hurt?" he asked, unable to hide the tension of anxiety in his voice.

"I can get you out, I just need a... Give me a minute." His face disappeared from the mouth of the hole. Though stronger and heavier than Trick, it would be unwise for him to attempt the same technique his packmate had tried to free Raven with. The edges of the pit were too soft, and could very well give in and swallow him too before he had a chance to save either of them. He needed some leverage, and the best he could come up with was a long, fat branch hanging from one of the decrepit trees of this forsaken wood. He yanked on it, breaking it from its already half-decomposed base, and he brought the three-foot limb back to the source of trouble.

Dropping it, he looked back over the ledge. "I'm going to pull both of you up with a branch -- but I have to  dig on this side first, to make into more of slope. Close you eyes, cover your noses."