Ankyra Sound gulper shark

the last girl sobeille offered to show the grotto had quailed and ran -- or was that a living memory of some other soul?

cold air spluttered in raw gusts over their hides as she turned, making for the dark mouth.

here the wind whistled down into subterranean columns; from the outside, one could sense the damp and tepid air that made its predominance in the blackened walls.

watch your step. she cautioned, ducking into the grotto's mouth. a black-throated tunnel lead downwards some twenty yards; just enough light here to illuminate a steep drop that opened up into a large cavern.

sobeille leapt down -- unbeknownst to her, in the exact same jumping fashion of a long-dead grandme with haunting yellow eyes.