"I theenk.. LEFT," Vlad roared, and promptly walked into the wall - it was pitch black in the tunnels, and a breeze had tricked him into believing that there was a fork in the road. There was a squeak of pain from the darkness, and a series of sharp, guttural noises as Vlad vented his frustration in angry Russian. They were lost.
"I make pee-pee," Vlad told his invisible comrade, hiking his leg up to mark the spot that was
not an exit.
"OK - come come!" he urged, feeling his way forward.
"We walking; after walking make small pee-pee to say 'already walking on here'. Is gud plenn!" Better than dying in the dark - they were running low on options, having already spent an hour trying to find a way out of the underground maze where Caiaphas liked to lurk.
Any SW wolf that would be lost in the grotto tunnels. >:}
*snatches*
They'd been going in circles for what felt like hours, long enough for a tight thrill of panic to settle in Rosalyn's chest. Her companion seemed less bothered, but no less lost.
The pissing was a solid idea, though it would have been better if they'd thought to leave a trail to follow our. She let out a low string of curses as well, hers in what Spanish she could still recall, and made to push past him in the small underground grotto.
"Alright, I can't smell shit with your ass in the way." She cracked a grin, fear pushed under a friendly bravado, as per usual.
"How about you piss, I navigate? Unless that thick head of yours can make us an exit." That would be handy as hell.
Vlad yipped when he was shoved aside and overtaken. He turned to sniff at his own pee, confirming that it was his own and no-one else's, then followed Rosalyn into more darkness. There was literally no light down here, and no smells by which to navigate - at least not yet. Vlad stopped to suckle at the damp rock as they moved, filling up on as much salty wee fodder as he could bear. "Not so easy make always pee-pee," he muttered, grimacing when salt burned his throat.
His mind had not yet turned to the possibility that they would never make it out of the grotto. It wouldn't help them, and his lizard brain put a stop to the feeling before it could ascend into conscious thought. "'ey, Stenderds! You smelling Bleckface? Bleckface liking make crawl een cave like small leezurd." Perhaps they could use her scent to navigate, too.
"Unfortunately," she muttered, her nose catching a multitude of scents, Caiaphas included. The she-wolf's tang was all over these tunnels, her residence in them seemingly an extended one. "Maybe a stronger trail. One more recent." She was also looking for a stronger taste of salt in the air. The caves held their fair share, but the ocean could provide a beacon as well. Her ears turned, seeking the sound of waves. Shit. Too much rock right now, and nothing but an incessant and irritating dripping from somewhere behind.
"Screw it. This way looks alright." Picking a trail, she stuck to it, nose held low to the stone beneath. "Maybe you could summon another of your brethren to help us. Rat looks like he crawled out of someplace similar." A cracked attempt at humor, but shitty humor was what she had to offer here.