Shorttail clung weakly onto a rock as he pulled himself out of the water, whimpering. His wing hurt and he shivered, soaked to the bone, and in pain, he cried. He managed to drag himself out of the water at the base of the well. It had been deep, which softened his fall somewhat, but not enough. He fumbled in the darkness, his eyes bleary from when he hit his head. Handy had shouted down to him, but he hadn’t heard from the human in a while. Hopefully, he went off to get help.