Silvertip Mountain but what's inside you?

huh

the sound breaks the silence; inquisitive? or acknowledging? or perhaps the same 'i'm mildly surprised' feeling that has drawn ridgeback's own words of reluctant admittance from him? it matters little, he tells himself. he knows now that he is not the only occupant of this cave and he turns to face the tunnel's mouth, paws eager to continue familiarizing himself with the secrets of this territory and it's hidden gems giving pause. head lifts and neck cranes to find the hazy silhouette of the other male. fascinating, isn't it? ridgeback inquires with a slow charming and yet devilish grin tugging at the edges of his lips.