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Swentzle's sense of foreboding grew the farther up the hill he went, and his eyes strained to see in the dark. There were a few last, dying rays of sunlight, but little else; and that wasn't enough to help him see clearly. He went on blindly, and when he reached the opening, halted, leaning forward and squinting to see in the darkness. He heard the shouted professions of gratitude, and running footsteps, coming toward him; he held a hand out, more to steady himself than to stop anyone, but it seemed that was enough, as the footsteps halted and a shout was heard. Swentzle heard the stones shifting together above him and did the only sensible thing there was to do, selfish though it seemed; he threw himself back, covering his head with his hands as the ceiling came down. As soon as the dust seemed to have settled, he leaped to his feet once more, and began pulling smaller rocks off the top of the pile.
He heard the female coming up on the other side, and gritted his teeth, trying to remember everything he'd learned about the structural foundations of things. "If you pull things from the bottom to get to him faster, a larger rock may crush him to death." He said, and his voice was sharp and somewhat terse, his hands groping blindly for stones small enough for him to haul off by himself. He found the edge of a larger one, and felt slowly around it, finding it to be almost half his size. He'd need to get rid of that; perhaps there was a way to roll it harmlessly down the side of the pile, rather than inward and onto the stranger? He climbed up onto the pile, stepping as lightly as he could and where he was fairly certain there was no possibility of him causing any harsh consequences, and tried to feel the smoothest side. But it appeared the rock rested on top of the dog himself, and in a sort of groove, at that; it would have to be lifted off of him and taken away. He continued his investigation with his hands, pulling smaller stones whenever it seemed they could afford to go, and finally stood, his mouth set in a determined line and his eyes hard. "How strong are you? We need to move this rock, here, before I can treat him."
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