Sleepy Fox Hollow Catacombs and water mains.

Were he anywhere else. Eti would have smelled him coming. As such with his face nose deep in prickles and berries all he smelled was the cloying sweetness of them. And that was all he tasted. A aoft growl as he fought to uproot.

A soft growl as he spoke to the bushes in his family's tongue. vini sou lage

The lyrical language stirring the silence.

The back of his neck prickled, but working under the illusion that he was fine and safe he didn't lift his head. Were he not so consumed, he'd have cursed himself for the foolishness.

Finally, the plant was beginning to give and he gave a sift whine of delight and triumph. Quiet as he alwayscwas. Not wishing to take up space even his voice had grown soft spoken unless his ire was raised.