This place was..pretty scary, she wasn't going to lie about that. The yearling Finnvi girl shivered as she descended into the dark caverns, feeling her posture tighten instinctively. Sniffing at the air, she noted.. nothing? This place didn't really smell like most caves did, of moss and damp soil, but smelled more like nothing at all. Something about it seemed foreboding. She wondered, idly, if she might find those herbs that Roeka had taught her about in here. Even if she did, how could she be certain they were the exact kind? She knew that plants could often look similar, but be very different. Some were even deadly, and could harm her if not handled properly. Wishing she knew more, a sigh left her lips. If only Yfir had remained together. Things might be easier now - but this was how the gods intended it, and so it would be, until they showed her how she ought to do things different. Finding her siblings might be a good start and a way to guide her, she thought to herself as darkness consumed her. She narrowed her eyes against the darkness, peering into nothingness as lithe paws pushed her forward into the unknown.

Trick

Asvor gets a Trick!

The darkness is heavy, silent save for the wolf's footsteps into the unknown, and all around eerie. The quiet is soon interrupted by a soft rumbling noise. Pebbles begin to rain down, slow at first, until they pick up speed. The tunnel is about to cave in on top of Asvor! Will she make it out in time? Asvor gets a negative event!