[LOG][PRP] A Mudslide of Coincidence [Akhilendra x Hewa]

[- Mynsed -]

It had really been her own fault. Hewa knew this. Climbing up the hill after a storm was just asking for trouble. But she never would have expected the ground to move beneath her paws. And soon, she was trying to scramble for purchase as her feet sunk into the thick mud. And it kept rushing by her, pushing her, pulling her under.

She had been almost out of the way when a tree had gotten loose and was barreling towards her. The adolescent tried to move out of the way but the thick mud slowed her movements and the tree struck her, knocking the breath out of her.

And then, the tree stopped. And the mud stopped. And she was underneath the tree, head and shoulders free but the rest of her covered in mud, limps and leaves. She sucked in breath, short hiccup sounds of the beginnings of a panic. She attempted to wiggle free but could barely move her lower body. "H-Help!" she hollered in a cracked voice once she realize that struggling was just shifting the tree more on her. It wasn't a very large tree, with a think trunk and no more than ten feet tall. But combined with the mud... Hewa bit back tears, attempting to wiggle her toes. "Help!" she called again, not thinking about just who could find her, caution thrown in the wind.  

[- Mynsed -]

Unknown to the two unpleasant acquaintances, Akhi and Hewa seemed to be travelling the same pathway despite parting ways in opposite directions. He was nearby, standing over a fresh kill, when he heard the first panicked cry for help. He waffled for a moment - he was hungry and would likely lose the beast he had worked so hard for if he left it but, too, his nagging honor was prickling at him by the sound of the second, distressed call.

With a sigh on his maw and fear beginning to crawl down his spine, Akhi turned toward the voice at a sprint, keen on finding whoever it was as quickly as possible. It wasn't just for their sake but his own, too, because he was really hungry.

It took him very little time to find the scene - there were signs of a mudslide, no doubt because these lands had been drenched in a torrent of rain recently. Even before he found the freshly slipped druge, his paws were sinking into the earth with every step. It was difficult to make heads or tails of what was going on in the tumbled trees and rocks of the settling mud so he dove atop a rock that seemed to have been tall and heavy enough to have escaped the worst of it, then turned his bright eyes around him until they settled on the patch of white fur sticking out just beyond a tree that was no doubt threatening to smother the smaller female.

"Stop moving," he called, gruff and commanding, "the more you move the more you'll sink."
He took back to the most stable part of the ground and edged along the side of harder packed earth, looking for any place to put his paws that would keep him from sinking in. It was only as he drew closer that he noticed who it was trapped beneath the weight of the trunk - the foolish girl, again. It caused a frown to pull over his already-darkened face but he said nothing in the wake of her emergency, for a relief.

"I think I can push the tree off from here, just tell me if it feels like the suction is pulling you down when I try."

With his back feet planted on a solid patch of ground, he pressed his front paws into the base of the trunk and shoved with all his might, aiming to use the buoyancy of the mud to free her at least from the weight of the tree. If he had to drag her out of the mud himself still remained to be seen.  

[- Mynsed -]

Admist Hewa's panic, she didn't recognize the voice that called out to her. The only thing that filled her was relief. So much relief that she wanted to cry. But now was not the time to cry. Or relax, for that matter. Because she was still in the mud, underneath the tree. And so, intead, she listened, whimpering slightly in fear at the idea of just staying still and putting her fate in someone else's hand. But... she really didn't have a better idea. "H-Hurry!" she cried out, unable to see the body of the voice.

She was about to start struggling again. He was taking way too long. She could only catch glimpses of dark fur from her position but.. he wasn't doing much moving. "Aren't you going to help me?!" she demanded almost shrilly, eyes rolling in fear. But, he finally did speak.

Suction... there would be a suction?! "H-hold on-" she cut off as he already began pushing at the tree, heart hammering into her chest. She felt... something, but her overreactive imagination was amplifying things. And, when the tree was off of her enough, she found she could wiggle and put her legs beneath her. It took several moments of constantly slipping before she finally got traction and reached out with her mouth to clamp down on another tree to help keep her up. Slowly, she got out of the mud, with much effort. And when she was out completely, she danced away several steps before collapsing, panting.

She was alive. She was out of the hole. She was alive. Tears welled up in her eyes. She felt a sob hiccup through her. She turned her gaze to who her savior was... and her tears disappeared. Her gratitude disappeared. In fact, thought disappeared. She stared, not realizing that she looked pitiful, on the ground, white gone from her fur replaced with the mud. All she could do was stare.

"Are you stalking me?!" she asked in a bewildered snap, not sure how to feel.