The Tangle those that keep the faith

East followed the bird's movement with his head, stopping when his gaze fell on the ground in front of his paws. His eyes scanned the floor around him, flicking up to lock onto the raven once more at the sound of it's beating wings. He watched silently as it perched on a closer tree, confusion leaking into his expression as the creature repeated itself. He couldn't say he had ever thought about whatever was beneath the ground, he supposed he just assumed it was more ground. His scrutiny continued as he looked to the ground once more, this time noticing the small, foreboding opening at the base of the tree the raven now used as its perch. It was tempting to move closer and check it out further, being the inquisitive wolf that he was, but he stayed where he was, lifting his nose to sniff the air suspiciously before looking back to the strange creature, uncertainty keeping him from moving any closer.