Belladonna glared at the hole in the hill in annoyance and discomfort. It had been ten minutes since she had initially found it, and after a few tests, she was not pleased with what she had discovered.
Naturally this hole was incredibly tight, far too tight for her to get through. If she tried, she would have to crawl through with her hands above her head, her armour unequipped (although a fat load of good it had been doing lately) and her gut seriously sucked in. All of that was assuming that it did not get even tighter further down, or that it did not make twists or turns that would be impossible for her to make.
Such a change in structure was honestly incredibly likely, as anything choosing such a hole would find, or dig, a tunnel that would do its best to ward off any predators such as herself, or better yet get them killed in their attempt so they became free food.
