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

He felt like he was wandering on an alien planet as they descended into the caldera's dim, dank underbelly. For a moment, the Alpha's mind wandered away from Somnia. He wondered why he never came down here. Was it a conscious thing? Or a subconscious avoidance? As he felt the walls closing in on him now, he swallowed. Peregrine couldn't remember ever being particularly claustrophobic, though he definitely felt his chest tighten the further they walked. He didn't like this. He didn't like this at all.

But before he knew it, they entered a room of some sort, complete with light and high ceilings. "Oh thank fuck," he muttered, a relieved breath bursting from him. He glanced at Finley when he heard a splash, quirking a brow at her strange expression. His eyes then sought Elwood. He felt even calmer with both of them in sight. What if he lost one of them down here? What if he got lost down here? Peregrine's stomach suddenly felt like it contained a heavy block of ice.

He didn't want to admit that these caves were giving him the heebie jeebies. He was a big, strong Alpha; was he really afraid of some damp, dark caves? Peregrine gave his body a shake, cleared his throat and then froze, listening, when Elwood called for Somnia. His voice echoed strangely and Peregrine felt a thread of trepidation. Would that echo cause the ceilings to cave in, much like his own echoes had caused an avalanche once before?

There was no response. Peregrine was tempted to tell them to call it off and return to the surface. But instead he swallowed thickly and moved nearer to the Betas, trying not to give away the fact that he was becoming more of a 'fraidy cat with each passing second.