The End of Fear Is Where We Begin

The girl had to nod to Raba. "I agree... the west is rather dry," she muttered, shaking herself. She did not see the almost melt-down, nor did she even notice anything unusual in the way Raba marched up to the tooth and sniffed it. She was focused on her own discovery, and investigating it herself at the time. She scuttled out of the cave, blinking at the sudden light, sniffing the air. "We should go this way," she announced, heading in that direction. Karabela had chosen the last direction; she would choose this direction. Hopefully, there'd be water in their destination.