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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.