Wild Berry Meadow You're not gonna make it.

Vine, stick, or another wolf, anything would work right now. She had no idea who to call- the unfamiliarty of her with her Pack wasn't something she could call to, she didn't know if she could call any of them... Shisu focused on a stick or a vine, preferably something big. Her strength was zilch, so when she did try to drag a log that was twice her size, she clearly had to go with something else. Something sturdy, and long! Her state of mind was rather frantic, as she kept trying to search for the perfect stick to help the gentlemen in the pit with, "oh gosh."

"Ah." When the agouti damsel did find it, she quickly rushed back with the stick in maw. It was as long as her tail, and thick enough where she felt it wouldn't break. For a moment she actually struggled to run with it back to the pit, but forced her unused muscles to continue forward. She would rather sacrifice sourness in her jaw then to let someone be stuck down there. She couldn't fathom how he felt... Her mood dampened being alone in the black hooded forest known as Blackfeather Woods, but being alone in a pit must feel even worse. Shisu's desire to help him strengthened even more.

Shisu tapped the stick against the edge, as she dipped her head inside the abyss. Surely he should be able to reach it, but she worried more if she had enough strength to actually drag another out, or even the other way around... She had no idea how long he's been in there, he could've fallen today, or days before. Her soft eyes looked at him desperately, hoping he'd grab onto the stick she presented.