Sawtooth Spire weebles wobble but they don't fall down

The foot moved, leaving Malrok's path unobstructed once more, and his stubby, worm-like tail wiggled around sporadically. He had won! What he had won did not matter, only that "he" had cleared the path to the thing he had wanted in the first place. His legs pushed him along until his nose picked up the smell of the object. It was no rock, that was for sure. Malrok had encountered several of them in the den, but this one was different. It was slick and smooth, and now it was broken. Death was not a concept he would learn for some time, but it was what the beetle's fate had been. As with many things in his world, Malrok opened his mouth and touched it with his tongue, intending to explore it with taste this time.