Bearclaw Valley Noticed

Maybe, because the question was so obvious, for the first time Nuna's train of thought was the same as the verbal one of her albino friend's. She got to her feet, wincing a little, when a hind-foot that she had fallen on with all of her mass reminded of itself, shook her coat and began to explore the edges of the sinkhole. Here and there she tested the surface, by putting her forepaws on it and looking up, where her friend's face was peering down at her. After many tests, she decided for one particular, did some preparation and then, with several hefty leaps aimed to run the almost vertical wall upwards. It worked for a little, until her hind-paws sank ankle deep in mud and slowed her jump altogether.

She fell back to the floor of the hole and looked up at her friend expectantly. Maybe she had some ideas.