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If Hyacinth had to be honest, his favorite types of explorations were exploring old incomprehensible ruins. It made his mind work in overdrive, it made him wonder what it was that could have made these impressive dens. The swim over from the mainland had been worth it for the scenery. He'd immediately bee-lined for the tall structure, and let loose a happy bark, hearing the way his voice echoed into the depths. He moved carefully, he'd had enough cut paw pads on sharp shards of a material that had he'd never identified and it littered the ground near the holes in the walls here too so he moved with the sort of practiced caution of a skilled urban explorers.