Dragoncrest Cliffs party down with vigor and candor

She made no move to follow as Val launched himself further down the tunnel, his black figure quickly disappearing into the shadows. Giving a huff, she eventually began trailing him, albeit slowly. As the distance grew from the cavern's mouth, the dimmer the air became, forcing Haunt to squint to make out any details of the interior.

Haunt paused, ears quivering as she listened to Val scurrying somewhere in the darkness ahead. But there was something else making a noise, much closer at hand. Her entire body went very still, save for her ears, which continued to silently flick hither and thither in an effort to pinpoint the sound and its origin.

Without warning, she leaped, both white paws clapping on the cold, rocky floor. Something small and warm wriggled beneath her right paw. Haunt applied more pressure, pinning it even as she felt something—tiny claws or maybe teeny teeth?—digging into the leathery flesh on the underside of her paw. Her prey squeaked shrilly but she bent down quickly and silenced it with a blind snap of her teeth.