Boartusk Heights to the boneyard

Where at first Emilio may as well be navigating the tunnels blind, slowly he had begun to distinguish the vague shadows of stalactites and stalagmites until he reached a place where the air felt different. It was cooler - a faint breeze ruffling his fur - and although he could not see more than ten paces ahead, it was clear that this cavern was much larger than the tunnels he had just emerged from. He did not know it, but Emilio had managed to worm his way to the Grand Hall.

And still he could not shake the feeling of being watched.
 
Instinct had his hackles raise, tail curling towards his spine. It was difficult to pinpoint their location beyond a vague, shadowy outline, until the snippets of white revealed a a small, spidery boy. A royal child, judging from his size and scent alone. "Príncipe," Emilio's ebony tail began to wag. "I am looking for something." Or rather, someone. Though it seemed he would have to look no further than the Prince's judging eyes.