Redhawk Caldera Every week has a weekend

As his vision cleared, Elwood took in the cavern around him. It turned out to be more of a cave than a tunnel, and it came to a dead end rather than continuing on into the mountain. But it was large enough to let the two wolves venture inside with a bit of freedom, although it certainly wasn't the biggest space that Elwood had explored.

He followed Fox slowly, his eyes roving over the rocky walls and ceiling. Her voice echoed back to him and he laughed, his own chuckles bouncing in a similar manner. The words "creepy" and "spooky" reached Elwood's ears and drew his attention, so he padded towards her, his brows lifting as he spotted the pile of skulls.

"What the..." he breathed; it was a peculiar display, and he wondered who -- or what -- had created this collection. "Spooky is right," he agreed as an unbidden shiver raced down his spine. He poked at the bones with a forepaw, causing some of them to come tumbling down with a clatter. As a skull rolled to a stop at his feet, Elwood backed up, staring down at the eyeless sockets looking up at him.