creepy crawlies and creeping and crawling

Citadel had spent his entire life in the Col. He’d run the corridors, gotten lost in the odd turns. Ambushed Armada wolves from dark corners… he knew the cave system pretty well by now. So when he was heading into the training cavern, and caught the scent of a wolf he recognised he paused.

After a short moment of thought, he grinned and turned, heading down through the large open cave to where his Auntie lay, watching bugs in front of an underground spring. She looked oddly entranced by them, and that was understandable. Bugs could be cool sometimes. “Whatcha doing Auntie?” He said, pleased to have an Auntie suddenly thrust onto him later in life.