only get by with a little bad luck
Ada <3
07-24-2021, 01:20 PM
Today's exploration was a little on the treacherous side, so it had been the safest bet to leave Bug at the den. The frog would keep an eye out for potential customers, or rally a search party if he didn't come back after a few days. With a small bag of supplies just in case, and an oil lantern he'd filled with rendered fat before leaving home, the green-dappled wolf ventured into the crypt. He wasn't expecting to map anything out or make any great discoveries, but he did hope that getting out of his comfort zone would be worthwhile. Skull low between his shoulders, he slipped into the darkness. Immediately he found himself grateful for the foresight to bring the oil lamp, with the darkness encroaching on all sides he felt almost claustrophobic. This was nothing like the mangrove at night, or the dense woods. There were no stars or moonlight to cut through the pitch black, just the halo from his lantern. After a long trek, the stone walls gave way to a cavernous room. Echoes of water dripping from the ceiling seemed to reverberate endlessly, and he was distinctly aware of something skittering across the floor nearby. A growl began to rumble its way up from his chest, though it barely built up loud enough to be threatening. It was a self conscious act while he made himself more aware of his surroundings. A few steps brought the pale hue of old bones into the light of his lantern, and he stepped closer to examine them. Canine, certainly. He began to recognize the familiar contours of a wolf's skull, and made a mental note that he was certain would become a tally of old bodies as he traversed the crypt. |