Larksong Grotto nagrulik-atuun

footfalls drew closer yet; he heard the scraping of them across the stonework as he struggled to keep his own maw tightly shut. the lump had returned to his throat with a ferocity unmatched and it was there that a real battle began.
he was certain he would be found now, regardless of whether or not he was able to contain his heaving in private. but that survival instinct was strong and it alone was the only driving force behind him withholding spewing absolutely nothing but sound into the cavern.
slowly, the feeling passed. thank god.
he dared another peek over the stone as the footfalls passed him by and found the source. it wasn't a bear, not even a polar bear that he thought he might find living in such a damned place. but the wolf may as well have been one—like all wolves, they were taller and built stronger than he, and this one was no different. by comparison, he was monstrous in the eyes of the coywolf.
but he was distracted by the putrid and mangled whatever-it-was that lakhos had been investigating prior, and the coywolf though he saw his opportunity... if he could slip by. he held go of the breath he hadn't be aware he was holding in a slow, near silent puff.
and he skittered away towards the cavern's mouth.
adios, mister lobo.
maybe.