Bearclaw Valley Your name on my lips, tongue tied

The girl still seems nervous, but Pandora tries to help her nerves by keeping that same smile and that confident attitude. When she’s close enough to the edge, the pale woman leans down and grabs teeth onto her scruff in an attempt to help pull her out. Though, despite the girls age, she is a touch bigger than Pandora herself so she struggles in her attempt to help her out. 

Eventually, they would hopefully lift her from her stony prison and Pandora would huff out an exerted breath. “Ah! Okay!” She exclaims with excitement. “No time to waste, girlie. Let’s go!” She says and boops Indra’s snout with the plume of her tail before she starts trotting off. 

“I smelt the trail of a rabbit when I made my way over here. Hopefully we can find it again.”