Moonspear onwards to the edge

Why was it... that every black wolf he ran into said something that made him think they were a bit of a nutter? Moon's faces. Alright then. Either he was oblivious to the subtle changes in the moon's phases each night or he'd rather count the days by sunrises which were a little more distinct and very difficult not to notice. Saying nothing, he thought back to another black female who thought she was a ninja feather warrior princess of the fighting black birds. Okay okay. In comparison, counting by moons was a hell of a lot more normal. He was going with the benefit of the doubt with this one.

Ambling along behind her, he made no comment towards her defensiveness. It was fine, really. He wasn't expecting much of anything from her at all. That she was leading him somewhere, anywhere was already more than he could ask for and he wasn't about to press his luck. However, he did know, from experience, that most others enjoyed talking about themselves. Whatever they were into at the moment. Wherever they were going or wherever they came from. Those were things that were easy to pull out of others. It kept them talking about themselves. Made it easier for him to say nothing about himself. For some reason, he didn't think that tactic would work well on this one. She seemed to like keeping things to herself. 

He grinned as he walked behind her. His poker face was virtually nonexistent, but he had no interest in trying to hide whatever he was thinking. "You get bored too then?" he asked, but whatever answer he might have gotten was erased as she stopped suddenly to scent the air. Slowly, he lifted his nose to do the same, wondering what it was she was smelling for. He didn't pick up on anything unusual, but if she was looking for something specific and personal, he was likely not to pick up on whatever she was looking for anyways. 

Either way, he got his answer as soon as she pawed at a gap between rocks and disappeared through a curtain of roots. He stared at the swaying barrier for a moment before nosing between the tangle of roots and peering inside. Blinking, he waited for his eyes to adjust before he slowly worked his way inside. She made it look so easy. He was determined to try making it similarly as simple for him, but his shoulders were broader and his bulk scraped against the edges of the hole. He exhaled, deflating his lungs a bit as he squeezed through and made it inside. 

His feet stabilized on the ground and he looked around. His eyes were still accommodating the darkness, but it was notably less damp in here. He appreciated that much. He'd asked for an escape from the rain and she'd delivered. "You explore this place much?" he asked, breaking their silence. "How far does this thing go?"