Porcupine Ridge maybe we began and maybe we didn't

Sorry about the wait! Maybe we can squish this thread and have a more up-to-date one!

She grunted and squirmed but couldn't quite get her body to conform to the dimensions of the space she was in, and thus chose to withdraw. By the time she'd figured out how to escape and right herself Kratha was thoroughly irritated; she resembled a tarry black pipe-cleaner with fur sticking every which way. Her batty ears were pinned back for a few minutes as she sucked air in to her lungs and tried to relax a bit (as if that were the problem) and then she caught the girl's eye again. I'm fine, she huffed, clearly lying. I'm too flippin' tall is the problem, I can't squish myself down enough. Maybe I can go a different route, but that was unlikely, which only made her sigh dramatically upon realization. She flipped back upon her bottom and sagged, deflating. Or maybe I just suck.