Whitefish River Whitewater Rapids (DISCOVERY THREAD)

She leaped back as he kicked wildly. Runt was almost glad when he began to move, but her hopes plummeted to the bottom of a pit when he seemed to get stuck even worse. She sighed loud and dramatically. "Ya are what ya eat. I guess ya eat fat dogs." She chuckled quietly. Oh well. Hopefully he wasn't too self-conscious about his weight. Instead she leaned around him and, using her jaws, tried to yank some stones out that weren't a firm part of the stone wall. Like any stones near him that could be wedged between him and the wall. There wasn't a lot of space though. She hummed a quiet catchy tune as she worked. It was difficult, and work went slowly, but hopefully it was making some progress. He could help her out by continuing to push himself forward, so if a rock came out that triggered his escape, he could go. She didn't want to be here right now though, getting some fat dude out of a pickle.