Ushubak crouched behind the stone pillar, holding her breath and praying to Malacath that two creatures wouldn’t see her as they chased down their prey–the poor goat had bleated frantically as the insect spat some kind of foul-smelling venom at it. Her kin had always told her that her curiosity would lead her to trouble some day, and apparently today was that day. Who knew that innocently searching for interesting mushrooms in the dankest of caves could result in hiding for one’s life?