Redhawk Caldera Misty mountain hop

Turned out the Elwood knew nothing about the stalagmites, and the question was even reflected back at her. "Well, the stalagmites on the ceiling are called stalactites, which means they aren't stalagmites at all, even when they look like the same thing. Maybe they have a different name because they form differently?" Somnia added her input. She glanced back at Elwood to judge by his facial expression whether he understood and agreed, or if he was lost and didn't have a clue, for Somnia had encountered wolves that didn't seem to understand basic things. She doubted Elwood was one of them, but it was pretty much an involuntary reaction by now.

After that, Somnia continued to talk. "Plus, I can make some observations to help give me information. For one, not all of them are the same exact size. They're a blue-ish gray color, and covered in frost." Somnia then turned to face one, her nose almost touching it. She sniffed it, pressed her nose to it, then licked it with a slobbery tongue, the slobber intentional, for she didn't want to get her tongue stuck. "It smells frost covered rock, feels cold and rough, and tastes like stone." She reported.