Sunbeam Lair i want to be anywhere but here

Cheeky little shit, the silver nips at a paw and then is off again—sweeping away so fickle while play remains on Kratos’ mind. He chases after, rare that Kratos doesn’t. The distraction of the unknown creeps over them both, however. Curiosity wide in their young hearts.
His tail swishes behind him, eyes adjusting—the plentiful foliage that lines these walls and the cavern floor unlike any experience that Kratos has had with them before. He doesn’t hesitate, much like how Zephyr doesn’t, plunging into the darkness along the tunnel. Until ahead, there is a trickle of light that shocks against the darkness of it all. The ceiling caved in, leaving a stream of sunlight—and it isn’t the only patch.