The orange-furred Dagi creeps low to the ground, his padded toes naturally muffling each step he takes through the ancient crypt, donning light leather armor over his torso and baggy green trousers worn loose around his nimble legs, his feet left bare.
As he progresses forth distant voices can be heard echoing through the long hall, the Khajiit nears a wide corner and presses his right shoulder against the wall, his ear flicking as he turns his head 'round the bend to see three bandits sacking the dungeon.

"Namira be damned, grave robbers?" he whispers to himself as he reaches for the bow draped deftly across his back, knocking an arrow onto the line and pulling it back as the bow bends ready... But before he can let the arrow loose, a hot rumble bellows deep in his gut as he cancels his shot.
The Khajiit places a hand upon his grumbling belly - "Aw hell, I shouldn't have eaten that mammoth stew" he speaks to himself in dissapointment as his tail lifts by instinct alone, the Cat closes his eyes and braces his teeth as a bubbling hot fart escapes his lithe rear - "And there it is" he speaks to himself silently as one of the Human bandits begins to laugh, pointing at a heavily armored Orc in accusation as Kurris gives a sigh of relief.
Though the assblast lifted some strain from the Dagi's tum much pressure yet remains, the Cat arches his back forward and places his free hand on the floor while his knees press together into a squat, his face turns to an expression of shame as the seat of his green linen pants begins to tent out with the slightest sound of crackling and a foul smell eminates his presence, a stink potent enough to cut through even the ancient must of the tunnel.

Kurris shapes his spine upright as the incident nears end, a final slurry of creamy waste floods the Lynx's bottom as he slowly stands up and returns his bow to its holster upon his back, a heavy discolored bulge sags the back of his pants and the soft mess within matts his fur - "I'll come back tomorrow" he says with a sigh as he turns around and waddles back to the cave entrence, the weight in his loincloth almost leaving him overencumbered.