be good to me

The pair kept a measured pace, and Stratum was careful to let his brother be the one to set it. They were off on an adventure, searching for somewhere unfamiliar to investigate. He knew Crux was fond of new lands, and he'd offered to be both pack mule and hapless partner in their venture. So when the caves that flanked the sea and the western portion of the Warrens came into view, the blond male meandered towards it mindlessly. Sure, it was just a bunch more caves, but who didn't love a cool stone floor in the middle of summer?

"Whaddaya think, Crux?" he asked as they drew closer, tossing a look over his shoulder at the dark furred male. "Doesn't smell like too many folks have been in here for a while." Stratum added with a grin, ivory tipped tail wagging softly. He loped eagerly towards the nearest yawning stone mouth, peering inside with tongue lolling from his maw. Today, he'd left his companions at home. Neither of them were particularly fond of long treks in the middle of the day. Besides, someone would need to sound the alarm if the adventuring brothers didn't turn up after a few days.

Hesitation bade him fall still for a moment, heavy skull tipping to one side quizzically. Gunmetal eyes narrowed as he scrutinized the odd dark formations that trailed along the stone walls, deep into the tunnels and beyond sunlight. Well, at least they'd thought to bring some torches along. "Hey, do the walls in there look a bit weird to you?" he called, unable to check just how close Crux had gotten while he was staring in bewilderment at the caves.