Panther Park good bone structure

shardik prowled along the dark, claws feeling smooth stone and andesite; occasionally skittering over split basalt and chewed bedrock. the patter grew louder, more insistent - as he passed along a solemn corridor he heard the wretched heave of bile, and a splatter sounded ahead.

his round ears twitched; he was so close, separated by thin walls of earth and root. the beast picked up his pace, plowing through rot and tepid water alike, wading the foul sewage with his eyes fervently searching. "dog," he rasped, raking slime from his chest as he went: "dog, what is your name?"