As the wedged wolf was yanked roughly back the way he'd come, the stone tunnel dug and scraped at his plump chest, just barely escaping a broken rib. Thankfully, the male behind Itheral was quite strong, and within a few long moments, the rotund canine popped free, suffering only a few scrapes and bruises. Still out cold, he didn't feel the painful thud as he was unceremoniously dropped to the tunnel floor, and lay there on his side, breathing softly. It was only when he was completely free of the tunnel that the absurdity of Itheral's actions too light: there was NO chance in hell a wolf as gorged as he was could fit back the way he came. It was a wonder he fit down the narrow place at all, let alone that he thought he could fit back up with a full stomach.
Slowly, the fat brute began to come to. Moaning softly, his eyes fluttered opened, slowly focusing on the scene around him. The cavern...the small pile of meats...the bipedal wolf creature holding a sword...wait what? Eyes widened in shock at the sight, having never seen a luperci before. Stumbling to his feet, the wolf reversed, his rump pressing up against the tunnel again, thankfully too wide to actually get wedged in it again. What the hell was this beast before him? In his rather sheltered lifetime, Itheral had yet to ever hear of such a thing. He was scared senseless, though his throbbing head likely had something to do with it too.
"P-please...don't hurt me.... Itheral whimpered pathetically, eyes focusing on that wicked blade. He knew that, if the creature decided to attack, he would be done for. He'd likely not have enough time to face the tunnel, let alone squeeze back into it. Instead, he just stood there, shivering in terror.
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