Swamped

You contemplate tying something around the tail-half, but all you've got at hand is your own tail. Which isn't really long enough even if you were willing to make the effort.

You can try to get it to sense your motion, at least. You wave your tail, and the lizard-worm twitches in roughly your direction.

Ugh. You don't think you can get it out of the floor, it doesn't have anything to push or pull itself with. So you suppose your best bet is leading it under the floor. You're used to that space now, at least.

Though you'd feel better if you could be sure there wasn't anything else lurking under there. Well, nothing to do but take the chance. You slip under the floor, again, and the lizard-worm follows as it detects your tail swaying.

You feel embarrassed. But, better that this brute gets back to its own habitat.

Suddenly, you think you spot something up ahead... oh hells, you can just make out the shape. It's Crosswinds. They'll spot you any moment now and then you'll have to explain why you're leading a decapitated lizard-worm around under their base.

That's not a conversation you're eager to have. Is there any way around it?