Redhawk Caldera Your soul could never grow old, it's evergreen

Finley offered to lead the way, and Elwood dutifully fell into step alongside her. Their short journey was full of silence and anxiety; Elwood wasn't sure whether he hoped to find Somnia or not. If she was in the cavern, she could have been injured...or worse. But if she wasn't there, that left more unanswered questions for her packmates.

He nibbled gently on his lower lip as they neared the entrance. Finley began to scour their surroundings, examining bushes and rocks for any traces of Somnia's scent, while Peregrine hung back near the mouth of the tunnel, admitting that he hadn't ventured below the surface on many occasions. Elwood was no experienced cave-diver, but he had visited this particular crevice often enough to have some confidence in his abilities to descend safely.

Exchanging a glance with his partners, he ducked his head and slunk inside, his tail tip twitching nervously as he began to move carefully down the uneven slope. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, and as he blinked, he called out, "Somnia?" He held his breath, waiting for a reply...but there was none, save for the echo of his own voice.