To Seek The Pale Enchanted Gold

Gloom spent most of her time outside of Abaven now, she ranged further with each trip, returning only because of her mother and brother and because she had yet to work up the courage to talk to Theory about leaving, had yet to ask her brother and mother if they would join her. The woman's nerves were always at their highest when she was back in Abaven and all the courage she would build while out exploring on her own would fail her. Gloom was feeling significantly more confident out of the pack lands than even when she and her brothers had gone out looking for their mother, her skill in fishing had gotten better as she'd had to learn to care for herself without her brothers' help.

The sound of rushing water is what had drawn her down here, but as she walked a soft voice reached her, Gloom's ears perked and the usual anxiety started to pick at the back of her mind but there was something ethereal about the way the soft hum echoed off the stone walls that kept her from panic. Her paws seemed to move her forwards without her desire to do so, her mind dancing in a fog as her whole being zeroed in on the noise. She rounded a corner and the scent of another wolf washed over her, her eyes straining to spot the form in the dark, only the sound of a light song telling her there was a stranger somewhere in the dark but the fear was still held at bay, for now.

"Speech"