At some point, his mind couldn’t keep up with the speed of his paws. He’d been staring at them for so long that they’d become one sturdy force flinging out dirt from underneath him. The state he was in pushed out all worries of getting stuck in the hole he was making. By now, his entire front was in the deep hole, but it hadn’t occurred to him that he’d have to get out of it. So, the boy continued ardently digging, putting his everything into it.
Altair had never been a wolf of determination or care, but this task was something so unimportant that he didn’t even feel like it was something that required eagerness. He was literally just digging a hole, trying to bury his problems through an action that was so common among wolves.
His ears twisted back as the female growled. It hadn’t been all that loud, but he’d picked up on it nonetheless. He didn’t want to start jumping to conclusions and interpreting the noise wrong, but as he thought about the possible reasons for it, the fur along his nape began to rise. Was she growing at him, herself, or the hole she was digging? Shaking his head to rid it of the suspicion, Altair went back to digging, not even bothering to look in the stranger’s direction. As long as she didn’t get closer to him or start spewing nonsense, her presence was acceptable.
Soon enough, his hole became so deep that the kicked up dirt only met with his belly before flopping back down again. The moment that started to happen, Altair realised he wasn’t going to be able to get out of his hole. Ears pressed tightly against his head, the boy began to feel panicked. This was a perfect opportunity for the female to either bury him alive or injure him. He was in a vulnerable position seeing as he was stuck in a hole he’d made. The puppy’s back paws were still on normal ground, but the majority of his body was inside the hole.
Finally coming back to his senses, Altair felt stinging in the pads of his paws. Digging through hard surfaces and, eventually, even roots had taken a toll on him. This was exactly why he didn’t waste his time doing random crap like this. Frustrated with himself, Altair let out a low rumble of disapproval.
He had two choices, either he called for his dad or Rota to come, or he figured out how to get himself out by himself. Asking this female for assistance wasn’t an option, especially since he didn’t know or trust her. For now, he decided on trying to get himself out. Calling for his family would make him look weak and stupid. This was stupid, but the interestingly colored female didn’t have to know that.
His hole was narrow, it only fit the width of his body, which made twisting in place a little difficult. There was no way he could turn to look up, so he painfully began to dig at the side of the hole. If he could make the bottom part wide enough, he’d be able to bring his entire body down and then figure out a way to jump out. Heaving himself out in the position he was in had passed through his mind, but he abandoned the idea when he realized he wasn’t strong enough for it. Altair wasn’t exactly the type of guy to go working out.
Good Gods what would Rota and Dad say if they saw him like this.
Aug 27, 2017 10:57 AM — Post #4
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