dig a tunnel dig dig a tunnel

The sound of pawsteps behind him brought Artisan's snarling head from the hole, whirling toward the stranger and expecting to see the same wolf who'd chased him away from his northern hole to have appeared again in the desert to steal from him another. Though it wasn't the same wolf - if even this creature was a wolf at all. Artisan reluctantly put his teeth away, shuffling uncomfortably as he looked the dog up and down. "I'm alright, are you alright?" He eyed the stranger with wide, crazed eyes.

"This is nothing, don't worry about it, it's just a hole." Artisan moved to position the bulk of his body along the divot in the sand, sniffing loudly to try and prevent the blue ooze from leaking out his nostrils. This stranger was smaller then the last, so perhaps Artisan would have a chance if he was forced to fight him, but he hoped that he could keep the dog oblivious to just how important his hole was and avoid the fight entirely.

"Speech"