Rising Sun Valley discovery · sunbeam lair

The air was cold which made him uneasy, but the beauty of the cavern was enough to distract him from it; whatever fluid lay still within the great expanse, it probably aided in the cooling of the area. Njal imagined the sunlight from above would be warm and inviting, but as he passed beneath the rays the sky shifted. A cloud drifted in to place and, as if on cue, blurred the light. He broke his attention away from the gaps in the ceiling at that point. Fox was talking and he, suddenly aware of her voice, scooped at it with turned ears; he gave a brief nod. There was something ominous about this place. Something sacred, maybe.

"Kholodnyy svet," He murmured as a response, and for a moment Njal slipped back in to his old tongue; with the droop of his head he began to explore the area more intently, nosing about the dry rock and taking few steps as he sniffed, probed, and came up with nothing. "The light is cold but the earth is warm. It is strange." The man's tail whisked as he lifted his head again, resting it with confident poise. He looked to Fox now, finally. "It is too big to be a cave," the man remarked with a flick of his tail, "But I cannot imagine another word for it."