potholing

Blue Willow managed to squeeze through the gap despite her size. It boded well for Ferdie, who Bazi planned on bringing along for a second, more productive visit. She bent her head down to lick at the little nodules, but the look of disappointment suggested that they weren't the nodules she was looking for.

"Oh. Not salty. Sometimes they're salty," she told her new friend, turning away to gaze up into the blackness. "I think this cave might be too wet.. never mind, is there anything in here that you could use? Like this?" The yearling pawed at a thin, slimy layer of moss that covered a nearby rock, making a face when it came away like boiled skin.