see the new moon rising

Tonravik watched him scout ahead. She moved forward but her head swung toward the direction the wall face was not, where they were exposed. But there was nothing to be smelt or seen. Only when her mate slowed did she look back to him, watching him investigate the stony face where the area he lingered at seemed to thin. Then he disappeared into it some, and Tonravik moved outward, lowering her head and sniffing the earth hungrily. No scent of predators entering this place could be noted... and so as Iqniq parted the vines and the thinner roots, she lowered herself some to shimmy into the entrance, concerned with the thicker, gnarled roots that hung heavily but certainly precariously above them, from a small, budding tree that jut out awkwardly on a ledge far above them.

The woman was cooler immediately upon entrance. For this, she was thankful. A thin light streamed through the ceiling, and Tonravik looked left and right before moving onward, sniffing as she sought water.