Whitefish River between two points

Let you finish up with a final post? May as well get this to 50 posts... :P ALSO HAPPY THANKSGIVING CHICAGOLAND FRAND.

As sunlight poured over them, Mordecai breathed in the humid air. He let it out in a heavy sigh, turning to find that Dante had joined him as well. His hackles began to smooth once they were outside of the cavern, though upon a glance backward towards (what seemed now) the gaping mouth sent uncomfortable prickles up and along his Spine. Once he had ascertained that they were both in one piece and fine, Mordecai took a few paces further away from the cavern, certain that Dante would join him as well.

“That was certainly a trip,” he mused, finding much calmer ground then than ever. “No wonder this place is pretty well deserted, right?” Casting his gilded gaze back to his pale-colored companion, Mordecai also sensed that their brief journey was coming to an end. The day was late and his attentions were also beginning to turn towards the thought of hunkering down.