Bearclaw Valley Desert Wellies

Lucas' eyes popped open as he was squeezed down into the whole, with Nunataq's rump pressed into his flabby gut and his paws dangling helplessly in the space between them. He could feel her struggling under him, and made an effort to try to push himself away, but he was wedged in too tightly for his stubby limbs to be of any help. "Ow!" the pup complained when Nunataq's thinner hindquarters jabbed him in the ribs, but then she went still under him and he began to whine softly.

Luckily, Laurel came to the rescue before either of the pups could get themselves into more of a predicament. It surely took a fair amount of strength, but he was still considerably smaller than his mother, so she managed to lift him out of the hole with some helpful scrabbling of his feet on the sides. He clung to the ground when he was placed down, heart hammering, and then shuffled forward to peer over the lip of Nunataq's hole. Had he squashed her? Was she sleeping? "Nu? You 'kay?" he squeaked.