Broken Boulder lemon vodka mixed with churros

for none other than @Alarian

He feverishly moved with the grace of a fat rat, sniffing here and there yet somehow glazing over the fact that he had very well sniffed at borders. Which he was now about a yard inside of. The scent of everyone smacked him in the face as the wind shifted. He stumbled back briefly with wide green eyes.

Oh.

His already short frame lowered closer to the earth as a throaty whine escaped him and he stumbled backwards with even less grace than a fat rat. He quickly tumbled back on himself. Within seconds his back met the earth below him with a thud (thanks to his pudge). He was exposed now. Whatever monsters lived here were going to eat him.