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Vein nodded “Perhaps I was. This will teach me to ‘play’ ” He sighed and wiggled, feeling himself slip further down, his eyes grew wide and he whined just a bit, suddenly feeling trapped. This was not a clever two-legged trap but it was deadly just the same. He panted his distress, then braced his rear paws on the trees and tried to push himself out backward to no avail. He was well and truly wedged.

Claustrophobia began setting in and he wished he had some sort of calming herb so that he could calm down and think.   At least Charles had returned to him rather then leave him alone to has fate. That might had been what his long dead father might have done “What do you suggest Charles?” He was glad his voice sounded calmer then he felt. His maw parted and he continued to pant half from the energy he expended running and half from stress