It was almost a hole. It looked like a den of sorts, dug through.. Stone? Leading inside a small pile of rubble. Arbor did not know of things that could dig a hole straight through rubble, but the hole intrigued it. It sniffed around the entrance of the little tunnel, studying it. From this angle, it looked more like a hole that had naturally (if you could call it that) been made when whatever this rubble used to be had crumbled into its current state.

“That’s boring..”

It muttered as it pressed its hands onto the lip of the hole, poking his head inside. It was simply a hole in the rubble, a spot where a large, flat piece had created space on top of two other pieces, before the surroundings were covered in more rock. It wasn’t very spacious, but judging by the looks of it, Arbor could make it if it squeezed.

“You only live once..”

It reasoned, as it thrust its hind legs to push itself into the hole. It shoved with its forepaws to get its rear end through, and sat in an uncomfortable couch under the rubble, neck bent awkwardly. This was a bad idea. Arbor struggled to turn around as its tail stuck straight out of its back— It had failed to account for the fact that its tail was inflexible due to the ridge of stone along it.

Arbor’s only choice was to squeeze itself out backwards. It groaned in annoyance as it cocked its head completely to the left, cheek pressed against the roof of the small space, and stepped one… both of its hind legs onto the lip of the cave, tail sticking out of the opening already. It shoved itself backwards with its arms the best it could, and it tumbled out onto its rump with the clatter of rocks.

Arbor looked around worriedly before sitting up on its hind legs, its paws working to brush off its fur. That was embarrassing- But it had to find somewhere to rest, somewhere that was not out in the open. It was unsafe- Not that it had seen any violence yet, but it had felt pain, and it wasn’t Arbor’s favorite feeling.

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