Better watch your step

Wait, what?! They were related?? He stared wide-eyed at the other boy for several moments, in disbelief. Then his olive green eyes narrowed, and he took a step toward the boy, eyes glaring into him. Why hadn't he ever been informed that he was related to other wolves in Ivalice? He'd been certain that only he and his siblings were special. Was this little twerp really related to him? But then, if the boy was, he should probably treat him just like he would any of his own siblings. Still, he felt a little skeptical. "Huh, guess we are kinda family," he muttered, still not knowing what to think about it. When Enlil offered a little challenge to race into the darkness, to see who could go the furthest, Ramsay's little puppy hackles rose. No way was he going to lose to the younger boy!

"Fine, you're on!" he retorted, black-tipped tail waving back and forth. Maybe if Enlil put up a good race, he could really believe that they were related. He was just so thrown off by the idea that they were actually family, he couldn't believe it quite yet. "Like I said, only the brave go inside on their own," he snipped, "We'll see how far you make it.. ready? Go!" With very little warning, the boy turned and darted back into the cave, his paws carrying him back into the darkness. It wasn't like he'd gone very far on his own, but he wasn't going to let this little scamp show him up. His slightly longer legs carried him into the cave, and he didn't stop to look back and see if Enlil was following.

Soon, it was very dark, and he could feel drips of water landing on his back, trickling from the cave ceiling. It was dead quiet, and he was starting to lose his bearings. When he briefly glanced over his shoulder, somewhat nervously (although he'd never admit to it), he could still see the light from the cave's entrance, but the light was just a speck in an unknown distance now. Suddenly his paws hit something metallic. Hmmph, that was it. He must have made it very deep into the cave, since the ground beneath his paws had changed. There was a strange pattern of metal and wood beneath his paws. "I win!" he announced, placing his paws on the old mine tracks that must have once carried carts full of rock and dirt. In the back of his mind he knew he hadn't played fair, but then again, they hadn't really decided on any rules. And, being the older of the two, he had set the rules to suit himself and ensure his own victory - typical little cheater, proud and stubborn and always wanting to win at any cost! Of course, at this point he was deep into the mines, and he hoped he'd be able to make it back... it seemed fairly straight-forward, as he could see the light, but it kind of felt like he was beneath a mountainous amount of earth, and it was a rather suffocating realization... almost like there wasn't enough air down in the mine shaft. Fear started to prickle at him, but he wasn't going to show it, especially if Enlil was nearby. Now... where was the boy?