Blackfeather Woods Atanniutivigivâ

She did not feel sorry for her oldest brother. He had acted out and was called out on it, there was nothing else to it. She had hoped to see a bigger punishment, just for entertainment, but it seemed humiliating  him in front of his siblings was more the style of their father. She followed him into the tunnels when he motioned for it, and immediately felt something eerie about this place. It was as dark as her pelt and as quiet as Abraxas - luckily it wasn't as annoying as Atshen, otherwise she might've left right there and then. No, this place was calming, even if it did smell rather strange. 

Screeches. She answered honestly, not finding this the time for jokes like Keelut did. The echos of our voices. She followed, "looking" around the best she could. Dripping? She questioned a bit later, not sure if she was imagining the water-y sounds ahead.