MOOMIN WAS A DETERMINED AND ADVENTUROUS SOUL, he would give him as much. However, the sick worry remained tightly knit within Nata's features, brows creased into a worried look while his teeth clicked together in a slight grimace. With a breath, his gaze scans the perimeter of the rock face. Whilst searching for a way up, Nata mentally cursed at himself for not keeping a closer eye on his friend. As his companion—no, as a hunter, he felt he should be responsible for keeping Moomintroll safe.
The other was a guest, after all. "Uhm, hold on a second!" Rising up from his knees, Nata pushed himself to his feet and stood back from the cliff's edge. After having been lingering there for what felt like too long, he finally considered sifting through his belongings. He had his clutch claw and slinger, he had flare ammo to signal an SOS, but would this constitute as such a situation? Furthermore, even if it did, who would land in deeper trouble—Moomin for foolishly scaling down the cliff, or Nata, for being negligent?
After searching through his pack, and patting himself down for certainty, Nata realized that he had no better alternatives to lift up Moomin himself. They a few options, but all of them would take time and luck.
One—signal his unit for help. Two—search around for some vines or greenery to pull down, but that would mean leaving Moomintroll to fend for himself. Or three—follow along, and hope there was a way back up.
While the first one was obviously the most logically sound given he had no better choices, Nata was panicked and frankly, tired of burdening his fellow hunters. "I don't have anything!" He calls back to Moomin, leaning over the edge again.
"Can you see a way around? There's lots of tunnels around here, maybe you could find one?"
@shibemuses // cont.
