To and through the heart

Wet. The ground smelled wet and was riddled with something not quite of soil, but with a richer quality to it. Stone. Wet stone, perhaps, but hidden beneath the taint of age and absence of the sun. This place did not seem as though it would dry. It's dampness painted this place very much alive.

Kerosene moved, slipping between the damp rock and spires to find himself transfixed above a pool that had escaped from the greater lake below. The water did smell different. He couldn't identify why, but he stared into it all the same and continued to sniff. He was not close enough for a whisker to stir the pool's surface, but it rippled all the same. Something lived in there, perhaps?

His attention was captured as the female made a noise. Head lifted, he turned and padded through the cavern to see what she was up to. Several more paths. Interesting. This place had carved far more places than he knew and possibly more than they'd ever be able to discover or explore.

His nosed down each corridor, scenting their differences before settling on one of the many paths. He started into it and then paused, looking towards her. Did she wish to continue this together? Or separate, losing each other to darkness?