Larksong Grotto nagrulik-atuun

oh, get fucked! he shouted back.
he didn't freeze the winter before and a blizzard wasn't going to stop him now. he turned away all self-righteous, stomping off into the wintry haze assured that now he could make a get away. the fact that the wolf was busying himself with escaping meant that he only had a few fractions of time for himself, and lakhos intended to make good on getting the hell out of dodge.
he didn't want to be heckled any more, nor did he particularly care to heckle someone who could fling him around like a ragdoll in a washing machine.
finding his footing in the deep snow was another story of course.
but he made some headway, putting the grotto's ugly maw behind him and the uglier wrath of a snowman's scorn even further back. if he was lucky, he'd find somewhere else to duck into that maybe didn't smell like a balrog's asshole and wasn't home to some battle-tested junkyard dog.