Sawtooth Spire glazed eyes, empty hearts

The top of the bridge was mostly granite, but overgrown with a soft moss. It felt... fuzzy beneath his feet as he nosed through the tender green then turned his eyes overhead. Plenty of forest. This place felt secluded, save for the way the river poured into the top of this place and disappeared into a hole. As Tonravik explored the opening, he too moved, standing aside her near the fount that waterfalled into the darkness below.

The opening was wide enough for each of them to fit through one by one. As they were both broad wolves, leaping through together was not enough, and in this exploration, it was not something he wished to risk until he knew where the water landed below. Still... the river continued to flow in another direction which seemed to suggest it continued somewhere...

They moved along with the natural flow of water until their little cavern came to overlook the rest of the river. His paws turned, walking along the edge of the ledge until he reached the drop-off point which would descend them down towards the lower half of the river. He glanced to her and decided to risk the slope. He bouldered over it. Juggling his weight between the rocks as he moved closer to the bottom. He turned to look back at her, but his gaze never got quite that high. His attention was lost to the cave and the quaint lagoon that churned within it.

Iqniq barked to her, eager to explore the shadows of the open, watery cave.