Ankyra Sound Winter Arrival

caiaphas casually strolled towards the grotto, her narrow muzzle tilted slightly as she trained her gaze on the female in tow. she looked inquisitive -- caiaphas noted the way she brightly assessed each part of the terrain, scouring for what caiaphas could only presume were the tokens of her profession: vegetation.

the mention of moss caused an auburn-stripped ear to tilt back. caiaphas ducked her head as they pulled under the impressive archway that announced the grotto's entrance. "some lichen - moss along the caves. vegetation is sparse - plenty of seaweed though." with that she paused as they embarked down the tunnel: "this is the grotto."