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"do i give in to it? Or do i resist" 

Darcy snorts and paws the ground restlessly. Unable to know what to trust. Her mind is tickled by the thought of getting closer, although the curiousity doesn't feel safe. Doesn't feel natural. His belly burns with the agitation of panic. It's like he's in a haze he can't break out of. She needs to fight this. 

"know's not the time and place to get angry" 

she knows she looses control of himself when her temper gets the best of her but this isnt the place. 
She notices sharp edges on the wall next to her. As if instinctively he rams his thick body to it, causing his skin to tear and shoulder to bleed, painful enough to wake him up and regain control of his mind.

whatever's in there, can't be trusted. Kicking rocks in the hole's direction. She trotted away and followed the designated path.