Larksong Grotto nagrulik-atuun

The stranger called back to him and Kigipigak snorted, but could not blame them for their skepticism given the circumstances. He did not want to be in the cavern any more than they did. If they could escape then maybe he should give it a shot?

When the canid called out a second time Kigipigak only heard part of it; something about the cave being a shithole. 

He was busy trying to push against the fallen branch or work himself low enough to duck under it as the stranger had — but when that failed he tried to climb over, and managed to get at least one of his front limbs over, then struggled with the next.

Better to be dry and warm, even if it smells like death! Kigipigak bellowed. You southerners have no concept of real snow. You will freeze and die out there! As if Kigipigak were the expert on the subject; he had never seen winter in these southlands and had no idea how harshly the weather could affect these Wilds.

He kicked at the ground and then scrambled at the branch's barked side, the weight of his body pressing the thinnest section down to the grotto floor and causing something to splinter. A few more minutes would see the branch split enough to let Kigipigak pass.