Hexle, despite his attempts at staying upright, did lose his balance and begin to roll down, much like a ball would. Faintly, he heard a voice say his name; it sounded rather like Qaan, but more... through the nose. Like a blink of an eye, he felt the path end, and onto the ground he dropped like a weight. There was movement nearby, possibly the hydrokuhna's. It was so bright down here that it was hard for him to tell. Being a Draculi, his eyes were good in the dark, but horrible in such bright light; almost as bad as a human's eyesight, but not quite... Maybe as bad as a dog's. Who knew?
Steadying himself as his head spun a bit from rolling, he waited for it all to subside. It wasn't until he heard a very un-kuhna like noise that he froze in his spot. He dared not make a sound, lest he gather the unknown animal's attention. What could it possibly be? He couldn't see very well in the light, but his sense of smell was left unhindered, so he whiffed the air, trying to figure out what it was. It smelled acrid and old, like something that had been sitting in the washer for days after it had been washed.
His ears told him it was pacing around, searching for something. A heavy sniff said it smelled something; hopefully not him. Then, a faint scent penetrated his nose; blood. It wasn't so much that the creature was dying, but it was certainly injured somehow. Maybe that was what it was looking for. This new knowledge in hand, he began to worry about his hydrokuhna companion. "Qaan?" he whispered quietly, hoping against hopes that the animal's sense of hearing was far worse than it's sense of smell.
((O.o *doesn't know whether for smile or frown.* And thanks for informing me exactly how you were using the word bating. For a minute there I was like.. 'She's bating? That doesn't make sense.. bating what?'))