Nyuso padded along what remained of the path leading to the crumbling temple, humming a little tune to himself. He was pleased - he hadn't caught anything during his foray into fishing, sure, but he had made pleasant conversation and went on to gather a number of plants unique to the deep jungle. He'd have to keep that area - and that pride - in mind; he had
entirely expected to have to deal with rowdy guards along some border or dangers lurking amongst the canopy.
That lioness was rather odd, too, he thought, absentmindedly scanning the walls of the temple for any tangles of ivy or hardy plants peeking through cracks,
I wonder why she--Nyuso's train of thought came to a sudden end when one of his front paws didn't connect with the ground, sending him lurching forward with a yelp - his front half almost entirely in the pit - before he scrambled backwards, sending small broken pieces of the ruin flying down in his stead.
His heart racing and fur standing on end, he took a second to collect himself. Had he seen someone in there?
After settling down, he crawled forward on all fours and peeked over the edge. Someone? Yes. An
alive someone? ...Maybe?
The male suddenly took on a grave air as he mulled over what to do. Unfortunately, his solution was to bat a few more pebbles down the pit and shout a rather uncertain:
"Hello?" 
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