Bramblepoint not all of us are legends

Slowly, he tried to maneuver himself on some path of minimal resistance, and it seemed the stranger was doing the same back towards him. Somewhere along the way, he was finally able to catch a glimpse, and his ears perked up tall to the unfamiliar voice.

Keying in quick, he found some spot not too terrible to pause in--mostly so he could pick a clinger of a burr off his haunch before answering. I was trying to find any trail on a lost packmate... he grumbled, because that plan had obviously worked out well so far. Most likely, his sister had not gone into this nasty mess. Hopefully she was smart enough to avoid it entirely, quite unlike him who had to learn this the hard way. What are you doing? It's way worse in here than I thought it was going to be, he complained.