Veera Charaz had been gone for a rather long time. He?d never left her alone for this long, so the girl would grow curious as to where her master had gone. She felt restless, even though he?d told her to stay there was a nagging feeling inside telling her she needed to go and find him, to make sure he was still alright. Cautiously her dainty paws would carry down his stale scent trail and out to an opening. The light would blind her, she?d lose her sight and black out completely. Guin Brilliant yellow orbs would open and Guinevere would take in her scenery. She was at the mouth of the cavern she?d been so foolishly trying to explore. Solitude, a fat lot of good that did her. Her eyes would grow wider as her last memories would overtake her, thoughts of the orange prince would dance through her mind. Had she betrayed Dhiren once again? A growl would bubble up from her chest as the memories grew foggy, she would reminisce the close contact but a deed was unwilling to resurface. Still, she felt sore and stiff her eyes hardly adjusted to the dim light that fell through the caves entrance. To her she?d only just slept through a night, but in reality it had been near two weeks since her eyes had seen the sun. ""

Troubled paws drew her toward the crypt, pads plagued by an insatiable itch. She knew that soon she would have to make her move but something within her was not ready. It was as if her being was split into two, one scrambling for immediate action and the other staying strong, biding its time. Her scowl faded, however, as she neared the crypt, pausing with mercury by her side. A woman emerged into daylight, her posture stiff. She seemed almost sickly to Jupiter--so much that concern struck her features. Genuine concern that had not been present in her mind since she had left Alacritis. Something within her made her skin crawl and then she realized why the woman's physical appearance struck her so--it brought Medusa to mind after she had been recaptured by her father. Jupiter picked her way carefully toward the lady, head lowered and eyes searching. "You look a little rough," she commented affably, pupils flicking over the lass. Mercury padded next to her, hanging near her back legs.

Guinevere would blink back the daylight as she let her body stretch and reaclimate to the world above. She?d shake her fur of the dusty debris as her yellow toned eyes would finally accept the day?s harsh light. She would open them in time to see another she wolf make her way towards her. She would almost mistake the gilded woman for the orange stranger, but her form was more lithe, more feminine. Her fur wouldn't bristle but her ears would draw forward curiously. The cream and crimson babe would feel the strangers eyes upon her as a half greeting was uttered easily, the corner?s of Guin?s lips would curl into a smile. She could see the concern written upon her dignified features. "Yes," She?d giggle, slightly embarrassed by her obviously disheveled appearance, "I wouldn?t recommend a night in the crypt.? ""

Jupiter shared a slight laugh, though it was short-lived. "I don't plan on it unless I have to," she replied. It was here that Mercury chose to step tentatively forward, eyes squinted with suspicion. He drew near to the woman, rising up on his stubby hind legs and stretching his neck, nose twitching as he drew in the girl's scent. While his eyesight was poor, his sense of smell was extraordinary. Nose wrinkled and he withdrew silently, looping along Jupiter's legs before he came to rest between her front limbs, pressing his side against her left ankle. The feral brute rumbled something in his species' native tongue--one that she'd come to understand after years with the tasmanian devil--and Jupiter flicked her ear curiously, brow raising. "...you wouldn't recommend a night in the crypt? Would you recommend it alone?" There was an insinuation in her tone that even she couldn't veil with nonchalance. She shrugged, glancing towards the crypt, eyes searching its pitch depths. "Though it's none of my business, is there something I should know about if plan on going in there?"

She?d hear the woman?s short lived laugh, and the words that she?d offer afterwards. Really Guinevere should have never been in the crypt to begin with, but she was alright, wasn?t she? Just a rough night in the dark was all.. She?d find herself under suspicion as the small dark creature at her side would draw near, Guinevere would eyes him curiosly, and her alarm would subside as he withdrew once again. She?d hear a an odd muttering, and the she wolf would peer at her, adding on more questions. Guin would look at her more confusedly, she?d seen Charaz, but she didn?t wake up around him. His scent was stale, surely he?d left early in the night. There was no reason she should be worried about the crypt herself. "It?s not too terrifying. Don?t get lost though." Her lips would curl up a bit in a smile, it wasn?t an awful place. Just obviously it was rather hard to look nice after a night within. ""