Gobo had woken up well before Lexi had, and it didn't take long for him to start getting restless. He'd be back before she actually did wake up, right? No harm in exploring around some.
That is, until he didn't see the drop-off over a ridge, thanks to the pre-dawn dimming the view. The good thing was, the actual drop was short. The bad thing, the very bad thing, was that it was into a natural ditch filled with bubbled up tar.
At least that was pretty shallow...?
After landing with what must've been the world's thickest splash- more of a splootch, really -he tried to get to his feet. It was a struggle, but he managed it after a short while. Panting softly, he looked up and assessed his situation. He was out here but Lexi didn't know it. He was up to his knees in tar, which was already covering over half of his body just from the landing. Any clear ground was too far away to grab easily, though perhaps he could struggle his way there...
That consisted of the first good while. Tugging and pulling at his feet, legs, and tail whenever it got bogged down, trying to get to the nearest patch of solid ground. Unfortunately, the sun was already several degrees above the horizon by the time he gave up, slumping down a little into the muck, breathing heavily. Okay, hope's not dead yet. He wasn't that far from camp, right? Lexi could hbopefully hear him if he called for help, which is what consisted of the next little while of his predicamet.
He was just about to give up that too, for hoarseness and breathlessness if nothing else, when he actually heard her in response. One more call, "OVER HERE!" and then he set about trying to get to his feet again.
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That is, until he didn't see the drop-off over a ridge, thanks to the pre-dawn dimming the view. The good thing was, the actual drop was short. The bad thing, the very bad thing, was that it was into a natural ditch filled with bubbled up tar.
At least that was pretty shallow...?
After landing with what must've been the world's thickest splash- more of a splootch, really -he tried to get to his feet. It was a struggle, but he managed it after a short while. Panting softly, he looked up and assessed his situation. He was out here but Lexi didn't know it. He was up to his knees in tar, which was already covering over half of his body just from the landing. Any clear ground was too far away to grab easily, though perhaps he could struggle his way there...
That consisted of the first good while. Tugging and pulling at his feet, legs, and tail whenever it got bogged down, trying to get to the nearest patch of solid ground. Unfortunately, the sun was already several degrees above the horizon by the time he gave up, slumping down a little into the muck, breathing heavily. Okay, hope's not dead yet. He wasn't that far from camp, right? Lexi could hbopefully hear him if he called for help, which is what consisted of the next little while of his predicamet.
He was just about to give up that too, for hoarseness and breathlessness if nothing else, when he actually heard her in response. One more call, "OVER HERE!" and then he set about trying to get to his feet again.