dig a tunnel dig dig a tunnel

That asshole at the Wall had snarled at him - threatened him! He'd stolen Artisan's hole, his salvation, the cure to this madness in the world. Of course, Artisan wasn't a fighter even with the illness ravaging his brain. He'd abandoned the hole to the bloodthirsty lunatic and headed south west, out from the snow and into the sand.

It was there that the frantic, oozing man began to dig once more. As fervently as his decorated paws could manage, even though each forelimb was blistered and pained he dug, and dug, and dug, waiting to hit the other side of the world where he could crawl out a free and healthy wolf once more.

"Speech"