Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24748329-20170612210656/@comment-26510374-20170827225147

Finally a chunk flew out, sending Claw flying. Turning back to Apollo, Claw grabbed the long forgotten inkwell from the other room, holding it under its shattered eye to catch the odd silver substance. Claw did not pull the arrow out although it knew that would make it better.

Peering inside the panel from the small hole that had been created, Claw spotted long shapes and heard hissing. "Stay calm," the wolf called. "If you look and act absolutely dead they'll leave you alone and fight and eat each other for your secretly alive carcass. After only one is left, then you can stop staying calm."

Thinking for a moment, Claw grabbed the chunks of the panel and put them in the inkwell. It turned the inkwell upside down, rock dust falling through the panel's hole and onto Abbykurle. Claw then continued to catch the silvery substance with the inkwell.

"To sell the fact that you're dead and days old," the wolf called down. "It actually doesn't matter whether they're starving and will eat an old carcass or not, they're gonna go at each other anyway. I'll look for a way down."