Cowering beneath the rock made him feel as though he were a mouse hiding among walls, listening, waiting, quaking as a beast of immense and terrifying size clawed and ravaged the ground just to reach him. Though sunlight spilled in from the crack in the earth, Lofgren's hulking, black mass eclipsed the sun, drenching Blue in a shroud of darkness as he fingered his way along the rock, desperately looking for an alternative route and finding nothing but solid walls of dense stone.<br/><br/>The human had anticipated it would take Lofgren longer to find him, that he'd have more time to recover his strength before the werewolf was right on top of him. The narrow opening was supposed to be an even greater deterrent, but Lofgren was nothing if not resolute. He wanted him, as desperately and greedily as Blue wanted to escape. The wolf's violent clawing echoed in the cavern, scratching horrendously in Blue's ears like nails on a chalkboard, making him want to scream from the sheer savagery of the monster's need. Salty tears ran down the human's dirt encrusted face, marring his pale skin, though even Lofgren wouldn't be able to see the stains in the darkness.<br/><br/>Blue glued himself to the far end of the little cavern, shaking, praying Lofgren either gave up in his assault or, better yet, trapped himself in the cracked sliver of ground, unable to move. Blue listened as the clawing gave way to grunting, growling, heaving, chunks of broken rock tumbling down and clacking with brutal echos against the ground.<br/><br/>With a final violent snarl, Lofgren broke through the split in the earth, his large body tumbling down in a heap of scratched limbs. The muscled body hit the ground with a sickening thump, followed briefly by the melodic clinking of rogue pebbles and loose stones as they followed him down. Blue crouched against the farthest wall, waiting. A few agonizing seconds passed in complete silence. Had Lofgren hurt himself? Knocked himself unconscious? It was impossible to know from here.<br/><br/>The werewolf's body was half illuminated, half shrouded thanks to his efforts in widening the chasm. Blue quietly crept forward, eyes scanning the rock where he had eased himself down. His heart sank. In his efforts to get to Blue, Lofgren had broken<i>everything</i>. The natural edges and footholds Blue had used were jagged and shattered. Even if his fingers were not burning with pain, there was no longer anything for him to hold onto. There was no way he could get himself out of there now.<br/><br/>A few closer steps. Lofgren still wasn't moving. Was it too much to hope he was dead? Blue gasped, remembering the destroyed plan. Somewhere during his climb, he had lost the prized capsule, so terrified and single-minded in his need to flee he hadn't even noticed its absence. Fuck. Was it too much to hope?<br/><br/>Blue scurried back as the slumped body inhaled, gasping for air. "Shit!" he squealed, back scraping against rock.