Porcupine Ridge i was dared to write this ok

"Perhaps it is ze resting place of our very ... considerate guest,"  the fée murmured, turning to look upon the flicker likewise.  "With any hope, what-ever it is, it has ze decency to acknowledge our markers and to refrain from a return."  But even then, there was no telling what, exactly, said behemoth would do; and the stricken felt that there was quite a possibility of its making being ... of an unnatural sort. Beyond even their own comprehension. And so, to even try to begin to understand this thing, its lair — perhaps it was nigh unreachable in that understanding.

Without further thought, the silver promptly headed towards the entrance-exit of this crevasse; rolled the spires of her shoulders in relief of being out from the murk of the cave.  "Part of me wonders if it is responsible for ze disappearance of quarry along these few ranges or so. ... I would not be surprised."