with enemies like these who needs friends

Artisan continued to scramble up the cliff edge, both driven by raw raccoon-biting fury as well as the sinking fear of what it was behind him in the depths of the chasm. He managed an elbow on the ledge, heaving himself up just as Armando took off running. The stupid little critter was much more agile then he was in this terrain, he had to test a few rocks before leaping to make sure they would bare wolf-weight and not only tiny asshole weight.

Artisan couldn't be one-hundred-percent sure whether he was chasing Armando, or following him in desperation to get away from whatever slumbering giant they'd seemingly pissed off. He slid to an unsteady stop as a cluster of fireflies moved directly into his face - Artisan would not be getting another mouthful of those guys - and craned his head back to practically limbo beneath them, moving slowly so that he'd not disturb their eerie glow. "I know a way out, I know a way out!" The sound caught his ear and Artisan grimaced having only a moment to contemplate whether he'd rather die then team up with his arch-nemesis. Heavy claws on stone brought his head to turn, just in time to see an eerie glow coming out from a large crevice - fast.

"OK, temporary truce, move your ass!" He called back to the thieving liar, scrabbling against the rocks to move up behind the fleeing critter once more.

"Speech"