Sunbeam Lair baby, i do what i like

The walk between them was silent. The only noise the sound of their breathing and footsteps, Daighre’s heavy and almost plodding, and Zephyr’s quiet, almost catlike and slinking—light.
 
The latter stopped at the mouth of the cave, and the former didn’t.
 
Daighre brushed past him, physically and bodily, shoulder against shoulder and side against side, already heading deeper into the depths of the cave’s mouth. The only sign that he was listening was the movement of his ears, a single ear flicked back towards the boy still standing at the cave’s entrance.
 
His posture was low and slouching as he peered into the depths, red eyes blinking as he adjusted to the lighting.
 
‘I haven't explored the whole thing yet.’
 
His movements came to a stop, suddenly, from several feet away, and he peered over his shoulder.
 
“Why?”