Whitefish River between two points

Dante took Mordecai's given opportunity and slipped into the cave just after he did, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the gloom. Luckily the light from outside did filter in a bit so there wasn't complete darkness within. As he began to make out his surroundings, he breathed out a sigh. "Wow. Not exactly what I expected."

The cave was pretty small, but where he had been picturing something more like an earthen den, this was a proper stone hideaway. The air was stale and there was another scent on the breeze, not wolf, but something. "Definitely cool. I've seen the like before, but I didn't expect to find one here." He was more used to coming across such things in mountainous areas... not the side of a riverbank. He wondered briefly what, or who, had been or even still was inside.

"Do you reckon there's anything back there?" He asked, peering into the reaches. This territory was unclaimed, but he scented no strange wolves here. No packless wanderers then. Hopefully nothing too large. This would be some close quarters if it came to a fight and caves could be dangerous places if one wasn't careful.