Into the Depths: Investigating the Shimmering Shore Tunnels (Group 1)

Their attacks are relentless.

Úlfr’s ravens send a stalactite crashing down into the worm and with a horrid screen it begins to buck and flail. Though Gav had been attempting to bite and tear through the worm with his fangs, the movement is too much and the winged wolf kicks away from the worm before its thrashing sends him flying. He hits the ground hard, finding it hard to steady himself as the world around him shakes. Loose stones and dirt fall upon him, some hitting with enough force that Gavroche is certain there would be bruising to tend to later. His green eyes flick around to find Úlfr. Thankfully he is still standing. The other wolf, Noor, has seemed to have fled without daring to turn back.

As the earth tentatively settles Gavroche looks back toward the worm and notices the wall beyond it. His ears pin, eyes widening as he notices the slick look of the wall… the stream of water. Shit. The wall bulged, suggesting a great deal of pressure beyond it. They needed to think fast. When that burst it was going to wash them out… and quite possibly drown them. But… the worm was the biggest thing in the room. Perhaps they could use it as a life raft of sorts? A dangerous one, but Gavroche was willing to take whatever chance he needed to survive.

“Get on the worm!” He barks at the other male as he races towards the beast again. His thoughts are on survival. He leaps for the body of the worm and using both dexterous digits and claws he begins to climb. Divinities help him, he doesn’t want to die today.

"Speech," 'Thought.'