Your partner and yourself finally decide which direction to go and you each pad at a steady pace. Your heads swivel around looking for any indication of an exit when suddenly you run into a hard surface, as you fall to your rumps you see another group in front of you. Laughing awkwardly, you pull yourself to your paws when suddenly vines shift and contort gripping you around the waste and pulling. As the surroundings blur around you, you finally come to a stop, one of the other group members next to you. Your old partner nowhere in sight.
Decided to add the prompts in the description.
Ragnar belongs to me.
Lily belongs to OrangeSocks.
Decided to add the prompts in the description.
Ragnar belongs to me.
Lily belongs to OrangeSocks.
