He made his way to his den-- a natural cave, the entrance only just big enough for him yo fit through. Inside was quite different from what anyone would expect: a large cushion, almost like a dog's, but larger, next to the coals of a fire. And then he stood upright, kindling the fire back to life. He took a pair of crude tweezers from a bag in the corner, gritted his teeth, and stabbed them in.

He managed to dig the slug out, but not without loosing a howl that bordered on a roar. No doubt it would be heard for miles around. There would be law enforcement looking for him. But yet, something told him to go back to the girl. It wasn't something in his brain, but an instinct. While his kind was intelligent enough to push instincts down, he felt he couldn't. 

"You're too damn nice, Amaroq," he growled at himself as he took off towards Delilah's home.