Larksong Grotto nagrulik-atuun

fuck.
giganto the wolf heard him. giganto the wolf was turning after him and he didn't need to see the terrifyingly lightning speed that he was taking.
lakhos, you dumb bitch.
he felt hot breath tickle at the hairs on his hocks, heard the snap of teeth as they clicked behind him. that was close, too close. no sir, do not like it. getting purchase on the icy stones at the grotto's fanged mouth was another hazard, another obstacle between him and freedom and potentially his demise.
he scrambled with even more haste, breaking out into the deep snows of the taiga with a whoop of success that was short lived. the wolf would still be after him and things were probably going from bad to worse.