Wheeling Gull Isle for what future may come

Had Astaroth voiced that he would have settled for the very basics when it came to a den, Tzila would see little point in arguing. Only because he was a male, and as a female, her maternal instincts were stronger. So, she would be able to understand his point of view. Seeing that the upper reaches were safe and not likely to collapse, she came trotting down the path shortly after he called, giving his stamp of approval.

Offering him only a silent smile, she slipped past him and further into the mouth of the cave. She trusted his opinion of course, but seeing the interior for her own eyes would help settle some of her anxiety. "That is a good option. In the off chance this one doesn't work out, or if we have an emergency." Her voice echoed back to him. The interior was deep and spacious, with room enough for at least three grown adults. And most importantly, it was dry. Satisfied after her rigorous inspection, she pulled back. "I dunno if you've explored the forest inland of the island...but that might be a good place for a secondary den." She suggested.