I leap down into the half- filled cave without a second thought, one word pounding in my ears. Current. Current.  Current.  My claws dig ferocious enough to kill a human, my mind desperate enough to drive someone mad.
I scrabble at the dirt and stone, a helpless mission. Suddenly a small, gray paw rises feebly above the rubble, then is hit by a sharp stone. Current yelps in pain and I leap over to help him, digging him out. He shows me his injured paw, a deep gash horizontally across his pad. I yip sympathetically, then pull him up and into the hole. Rocks begin caving in, loose dirt unable to bear the weight of the hole no longer. Current bites my tail and I lug him up, tripping on this rock, almost falling on the next, until I finally reach clean, crisp air, collapsing on the forest ground.