Redhawk Caldera Every week has a weekend

As the cool shade of the cave enveloped her, Fox felt a chill run down her back. The cave was not as large as she had expected, but it was a decent size. It cut through the mountain, and the only source of light was the entrance from where they had come. The coolness of the shadow was a relief from the hot heat of the outdoors, and Fox found herself enjoying it. As her eyes continued to adjust to the dimmer lighting, she gave the place a cursory look-around. The cave probably went about twenty wolf-lengths back, and it spanned roughly five wolf-lengths across. It was oval-shaped, and Fox didn't notice the smell of anything living here.

"I’m gonna have to bring the kids here," she whispered, in awe of the space. Speaking any louder would have sent her voice echoing back from all sides, anyway. Fox ventured to the furthest recess of the den, and once there, she realized that there were an assortment of skulls. Somebody's collection, apparently, though they hadn't been here in a long time. "Creepy," she said, loud enough that her voice bounced off the cave walls. "Spooooooooooky!" she said, even louder to enhance the effect. "Some great acoustics in here, eh?"