Lon tenses as the hole darkens and something reaches into the log. It's a mousefolk--smaller than a dire wolf but still much larger than a lizard. He has been spotted. His wolf instincts tell him to fight, but tiny herbivore/insectivore jaws are his only weapon and he knows he has no chance. His lizard instincts tell him to freeze or flee, but the mousefolk is blocking the only exit. So he freezes.<br/><br/>As Chrrou greets him in a friendly manner, the motionless Lon considers his options. One way or another he's pretty much dead at this point. Even if he somehow miraculously escapes and evades all of his enemies, his exothermic reptile body will freeze solid in the wind long before he reaches help. And that's assuming something doesn't decide to make a meal out of him before then. Lon realizes, to his chagrin, that his only possible chance of survivial is to surrender.<br/><br/>He crawls over to Chrrou.