Redhawk Caldera say good-bye to those who knew me.

A grin at Somnia's response slipped across Fin's muzzle as she nosed about in the black. "You just better hope you can run faster than me on this ice," she quipped back good-naturedly. If they did get attacked, Fin of course would barrel straight into their attacker without a moment's thought. After all, that's how she handled things that weren't attacking her, so she wouldn't dare turn and run when there was the potential of actually getting a good fight out of it.

Which reminded her, it was probably high time for another little excursion...

Fin paused as her path became obstructed by a wide cluster of stalagmites and tites and stacs and whatever, big crystal bobbers shooting up from the ground. She squinted into the darkness, but saw nothing but solid wall just beyond the pillars of ice. With a disappointed frown, she angled herself to stride along parallel to the wall, hoping to find some other path further into the black.