Blackfoot Forest that's steel

despite ridgeback's personal and unfounded distaste for mountains in general, he's become something of an explorer of cave tunnels and caverns lately. there is something he finds satisfying about knowing the secret veins of a territory, of traversing them until they are familiar and known by him even though he has no intention of staying. in the moments after her question fades off, absorbed into moisture and moss slick stone around them, ridgeback is quiet; breath stilled. listening. left. he finally answers, hoping that his instinct does not lead them wrong as he takes the lead down the left tunnel; steps careful and controlled. last thing he fancied doing was slipping in front of her.