Flailing your arms you manage to snag the lip of the wolf girl's pocket with one arm, and you slam into the wall of her leg, nearly losing your grip but still managing to dangle precauriously.
The ground suddenly seems a long way down from here, you note with a swallow. Technically speaking, a fall wouldn't be fatal because of your diminished mass----unless you didn't shrink, everything got bigger.
Either way, you don't want to be here, so taking a deep breath and summoning up all of your fear-based strength, you manage to grab it with your other hand and haul yourself up and over the lip of her pocket.
You tumble down into the fabric hole, coming to rest at the bottom. You exhale sharply, then glance around at your surroundings. Like a typical teenage girl, the wolf seems to like having her pants tight, no doubt to show off her "assets" to prospective males.
Okay, I'm not going to fall to my death, you think, now I'm stuck here until she either sits back on this pocket, or reaches in to find me by accident, then Lord knows what'll happen.
A sudden vibration alerts you that the wolf girl is moving again.
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