We love the smell of fear

Making his way through the hellish labrynth, Rhazien had a rather odd, unfamiliar feeling. Like he was being watched. Only, he couldn’t pick up the presence of another wolf or animal. Whatever was lurking with the grotto was far more elusive than he originally predicted, because he couldn’t figure out what the hell it was. Each time he turned a corner, he felt like something flashed across the corner of his eye- but by the time he turned in that direction, there was nothing there. He even entrained the idea of his nieces and nephews playing tricks on him, given they had taken a liking to this area. But the longer he searched, the deeper into the subterranean he traveled- and the farther from the truth he became.  

”Speech”