I followed the stale scent of bugmen for a short while until I lost the last whisper of it. I would've been more disappointed that I didn't pick a right direction to track, if I didn't find some fresh water at where I got. It was just a tiny trickle that seeped out of the wall, but it still tasted diving, and there became more of it after I carved a wider hole in the wall with my claws.
Then I went to track bugmen again. I had the scent, and I had my claws with which I marked the place I had been. Now that I was circling the same caves, it became both harder and easier to understand where I was. There was an actual fear now that I would have to dig my way outside if I planned to ever get there…
Grind, grind, grind. So tiresome.