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For a second he thought he would be forced backwards, driven away from the shelter. If he had needed to he would have forced himself in there and fought for it, but when the stranger scurried to part a space for him, he was quick to move.

He wedged himself in the dark of the crevasse as another flash illuminated the area; the rumble that followed was farther away. It sounded like a giant stomach, a thought which was most unnerving.

The wolf tucked himself in to a ball as best he could. The position stretched and pinched the wound on his lower back and so Drusk had to adjust again, and a third time, before he found something that wouldn't sting as much.

Each time the sky rumbled he would stare out of the dark, trembling.