He follows the wolf out of the cell, looking around cautiously. He doesn’t have his lightsaber with him right now and Maul would be lying if that doesn’t make him feel just a little bit naked not having his main weapon with him. He follows along after the wolf, rubbing part of his back that he’d fallen down on. Really, he’s getting a little too old for all this reckless behavior.

As they walk along the hallway, Maul feels something hot and sticky drip onto his face. He reaches up and wipes it off with his fingers. When he looks at it, he realizes that it’s blood. Looking up, he can see what looks like it might have at one point been a body but is now little more than a hunk of meat, just dripping the little blood left that hasn’t already been exsanguinated from it.

A shiver runs through Maul’s spine and he tears his gaze away from the sight. Focus. He has to focus if he wants to survive this hellish place. He follows the wolf, wondering where she is going.