[Tundrafire]

Inside the cocoon, Rayne mind started to slow and he snarled at the feeling. He pressed a hand against the cocoon, feeling it give dlightly, as was the nature of it. He forced his mind to work as he ran his hand along the sides. He refused to become on of those things. He worked his way towards the base, where the gas seemed to gather, used his nail to bore a few holes inside to provide ventilation. When fresh air now flowed and the gas seeping out, he relaxed. He was safe for now.