Silvertip Mountain No one's gonna save me

A nod of her head followed his reply. "Very well then." Keyni felt no need to ask a second time. This pale stranger had made it plenty clear that he was set in his decision. Besides, she had never been the type to circle back to a topic once its outcome had already been decided.

Giving him one last glance as they temporarily parted ways, she let the darkness of her chosen passageway encompass her. The lighting was poor, forcing her eyes to adjust and trail along the various crevices on the walls. The floor was damp under her paws, making for a perfect breeding ground of rare flora, just as he had discovered. Allowing them only a brief sniff, she pressed on, relying on her nose to guide her either to her quarry or a dead end. She kept one pale ear cocked, alert to the sound of his voice.