Ren stood up, her legs wobbling like a newborn giraffe's. The mud sucked at her feet with a gross squelching sound, threatening to pull her back down into the muck.
She tilted her head back, looking up at the circle of night sky.
"Hey!" Ren called out, her voice a harsh whisper. "Vex! You fuzzy idiot! Wake up!"
She figured he must be lying unconscious right near the edge of the pit. Viper said he hit him with a rock, but it's not like Vex was a regular fox—he has three tails! Surely, he wasn't out cold forever. And with those radar-dish ears of his, he should be able to hear her even in a coma.
She didn't shout too loud. The thought of Vara lurking nearby—or worse, that terrifying Black Tiger coming back if he finished with the boys—kept her volume in check.
"Psst! Fox! I know you can hear me!"
Silence.
Ren groaned. She really, really wanted out of this pit.
