Whitefish River between two points

As he ventured into the cavern, Mordecai found himself blinking in the absence of overhead light. Though dim in the opening, he could only see so far before darkness engulfed the majority. It was hard initially, but gradually getting better, to gauge just what they were on the verge of heading into. He sniffed at the air tentatively, letting Dante slide in beside him if he so desired. Only when his eyesight felt comfortable in the dim settings did Mordecai venture in further.

“Looks like it's a pretty good hole in the ground,” he said, trying to pick up from where the echo of his voice would come back to him. “Maybe I should rephrase that. It's a hole in the wall more like it.” It wasn't just a burrow of some sort, not by any generic measure. It was a cavern of sorts, but as he could figure it wasn't all that extensive. Instead of trying to logically figure out what they had stumbled into, Mordecai entertained the thought of it being a former central hub of some long dead pack. But the smells that met his snout were nothing wolfish at all.

“What do you think of it so far?” he queried.