Blackfoot Forest the primroses were over

indra clawed through the small tunnel, envious of tadec's slight form -- the going was definitively easier for him than she. ruefully, she wondered if she was just too fat -- a subtle smile twinged her lips as she grunted and extracted herself from the final lip of the tunnel.

they were in a cavern now -- indra looked around them, her eyes trailing the clod-covered ceiling. she thought they must be underground, but there was  a distinct movement of air here that could not be from the stagnant realm of a cave: she thought she scented firs, evergreen, the gentle trickle of fresh water.

curiously she looked to tadec, smiling in response to the concern worn on the crow's worried features.