Wheeling Gull Isle A measure of memory

The cave. She smiled. Of course, she couldn't have expected the same names for landmarks to have transcended the years. But with this name came the delightful potential that she would yet again be sharing another secret of the island. To the eye, it was a cave- but given the fact that Bartholomew didn't seem too keen about going near it, she suspected that the pack had not yet discovered its true form. 

But while she had her own experiences with the underground system of tunnels, she was curious to know why it now had a negative association. "Why do you call it lion's den?" She asked, tilting her head to the side, doglike.