It was starting to feel like he was about to lose to a rock, one very big and hard to climb rock. And maybe that was part of the problem. That the rock, the rock somehow knew he was being disrespectful by calling it a rock instead of a boulder like it really was. Could rocks even know things? Could boulders know things? If either of those two formations had anything that was like sentient thought, he had a whole lot of explaining and apologizing to do. Which would be really awkward and uncomfortable because he swallowed so many pebbles when he was a puppy.
He gave the rock's peak another careful frown, eyes squinted and mouth pressed into a neutral line. It shouldn't have been hard trying to climb a big random rock. And really, he wasn't too sure why he was trying in the first place. All he knew was that he laid eyes on the boulder in the clearing and his brain said you gotta climb that. When he asked why, his brain helpfully answered with a mental shrug and you just gotta. His impulse control was nonexistent and it wouldn't be the first time he stumbled into an all around bad situation. Like climbing a tree and then falling out of said tree. But that's how he met Sahalie and that's how he got a rabbit, which probably just encouraged him if anything. He was stuck in a loop of poor decisions and bad luck.
Like how so far while trying to hop onto the rock's first ledge, he banged his chin and bit his tongue. He also stubbed his toes and paws too many times for him to keep count. It was starting to feel like he was getting bullied by a big dumb boulder. But he wouldn't give up, and he promised himself that this would be his last attempt before he went and found Reyes or something. (That was a lie but the sentiment counted for something. Probably.)
His butt and tail wagged as he readied himself for the umpteenth time. He just had to squat down some, tense up his hind legs under him like a spring, and hope for the best. But it was so much more easier said than done. He was doing it anyway. And this was it, this was his chance, the one moment of truth he was waiting for—
He jumped and just about scared himself to death when his front paws actually touched down flat on the boulder. His short nails made a horrible sound against the stone but like hell was he going to let himself fall back down again. He wiggled, he strained, he kicked his back paws until finally he got his footing. And the rest was history because hey hey hey, he did it! He reached the rock's peak and nobody was going to take that away from him! Maybe it wasn't anything like slaying a dragon or the qalupalik, but he considered it a personal achievement anyway.
His tail wagged and his jaws fell open, pink tongue lolling out of his mouth. He didn't think far ahead enough to actually figure out what he'd do once he climbed the rock.