Sunbeam Lair Heaven and Hell

it’s been a while :eyes:

Two days since the pack not-quite-meeting; the second time the scent of one of the Saints’ leaders lured Finley outside the Canyon; four days too many since an odd shadow of restlessness had plagued her, and she was frankly sick of it. Adding to her annoyance the swarm kept her awake late into the night—but on the bright side, it meant Finley could enjoy the cooler breeze that swept through the mountains at this time. No wonder most wolves were nocturnal.

Donovan’s trail was recent, and Finley followed it in a dreamlike trance, only scarcely paying attention to the route. It twisted and wove through the caverns—cool, deep, almost reminiscent of the Ravensblood sequoias in their all-encompassing darkness—and she half-wondered if he’d gotten lost. He seemed to be alone. What was this about?

A claustrophobic cave doused Finley’s limbs in a murk that had her half-walking half-swimming—but on she continued, drawn to a faint bluish light ahead like a shrimp to an anglerfish. As the channel gave way to the magnificent room, she spotted Donovan ahead, his hulking form almost glowing from the ceiling’s… whatever they were. Finley had never been one to marvel, but once she shook herself off (a wordless announcement of her arrival, lest she startle him), even she had to stop and examine the… the… eh, someone more poetic would have to give them a name.

Enough of that. Bowing her head in a submissive greeting, Finley asked, “What brings you here?” At this time of night, in this part of the mountains, entirely away from Redsand?