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

Elwood was too focused on looking for any signs of Somnia to notice Peregrine's discomfort, which was probably a good thing for the Alpha. Pointing it out could be detrimental to the whole group, by making Peregrine feel more anxious and by spreading the worry to his companions. But instead of watching his friend, Elwood's eyes roved over the inside of the cavern as it opened up around them, glad for the slivers of light that permeated through the ceiling.

The splash of Finley's paw caused him to stop short, and he looked down with surprise. He hadn't considered the fact that the ice would have melted by now. It didn't appear to be all that deep, so he waded right in, letting the lukewarm water lap around his ankles. At first glance, it seemed that there was no way Somnia could be down here; he felt like they would have come across some trace of her if she was. But there were nooks and crannies to poke their noses into, so Elwood moved to the side opposite Finley, checking out a shallow tunnel that lead to a dead end before turning back to his packmates.

"Anything...?" he called out hopefully, though in the back of his mind he knew their answers would be negative.