Wheeling Gull Isle cavern, chambers, cascading

The other boy's slightly irked attempt to bolster his confidence did very little, even as he introduced himself and assured he needn't stand like he currently was. Ruvik continued staring unblinkingly, hindquarters still lowered; he truly did not know any other way of holding himself. Still, he wandered forward stiffly at Oleander's suggestion with a nervous smile. "O-okay."

He peered past his pack mate and into the depths of the cavern before them, marveling at the size. It was cool and dark in here, the crashing of the waves behind them fading into a dull roar, replaced with the sounds of delicate water droplets and his own quiet paw steps. Unlike Oleander, Ruvik didn't feel brave enough to call out into the unknown, so instead looked quizzically to his newfound companion. "Echo is...in cave?"