by the skin of our teeth

Having departed from the yearlings for a bit, Rhazien made his way towards the towering, volcanic landmark. He caught sight of it along the horizon the other day and had been curious about its existence ever since. Did it have caverns filled with magma, like the location in the north? Or was it a mountainous structure, threatening to blow at any given moment? Both possibilities interested him, and Rhazien wanted to find out more about this place... which was why he was sauntering along the base of the volcano, looking for a trail that would lead up the mountainside.

As Rhazien rounded a corner, an unexpected scene unfolded before him. A grizzly was standing over the mutilated body of a fresh kill, tearing through the sinew and filling its belly. He stopped in his tracks, pelt bristling at the sound of bone being crushed between its powerful jaws. It enticed him. He watched for several moments, enjoying the symphony, deciding within himself if he was going to engage or keep walking... though, the latter would be more fun.

"Speech"