[He can't make sense of the sounds. There's an itchiness to his body that he raises a clawed hand to scratch, enjoying the relief as a scent - the lightest scent of blood fills the air.]
...How'd you end up in the hole?
[His nostrils flare and he can't smell anything. Anything at all it's faint, muted.
There's a muted growling from the pit of his stomach]
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...How'd you end up in the hole?
[His nostrils flare and he can't smell anything. Anything at all it's faint, muted.
There's a muted growling from the pit of his stomach]