Panther Park good bone structure

several days had passed since shardik had last felt @Mou's presence; he cursed the fumbling of his claws, the blindness of his hand -- and cursed that dog, for cheating him of his deserved meal.

he had filled that slit with stone and rubble; it would serve no one as egress to safety anymore. shardik saw to it that the very mouth of the gap was obscured, and then he slunk down an unknown path, searching for the scent of his quarry.

he was aware that like mou, he was tiring - he licked at blood where he found it, chewed moss or lichen where it sparsely grew. it was hardly enough to fuel him, but soon, he would have dog.

soon.

the corridor he kept to carried him deep under the reserves of an unknown ridge; shardik could hear the groan of great stones and the grinding of unseen ledge. as he travelled deeper, the distant sound of water trickled. at first it was an occasional patter, a light trickle -- yet eventually even the stones he tread were slick and damp, and foul algae grew along the sodden walls.

they were now deep in the holdfast of a long undisturbed subterranean realm. in his passing, he felt even the stones disapproved of his presence. shardik was now fueled as much by his craven hunger as he was by an unyielding will to see the surface; the black pools that accumulated at the feet of several tunnels he had forded slaked his thirst, but also filled him with a fell dread that he might drown in this wretched world if he took a wrong turn.