Dragoncrest Cliffs Freak, slut, burn-out, bug eyes, poser, lard-ass

"Wooooo," Ephraim whistled in a hushed voice as he circled around a white ovoid mass just outside Hougeda's yawning mouth. It was immense, the top reaching nearly up to the small coywolf's lean belly, and didn't seem to be alive. It stayed in place as he paced around it with a tentatively wagging tail, searching for some indication of its identity.

It wasn't fluffy like the moss, it wasn't alive like him, and it wasn't like a rabbit or any other kind of food he'd ever seen. The surface was pockmarked but nothing seemed to come out of, either. After several more laps around the blob, Ephraim stretched his neck forward and gently pressed his nose to it, then darted back several feet. Nothing happened. It felt soft and a little velvety, had a deep earthy scent to it unlike anything he'd ever smelled before, but didn't react to his touch. "What're you?" he asked it, but it didn't answer.

@Dalia if you're free for that naturalist thread I mentioned forever ago?