living once is enough if you do it right

Róta rarely hunted rodents, therefore, she rarely wandered into caves, but as the sun set and the fireflies started their evening march, her green eyes were drawn to the soft glow emanating from this one. It was like something otherworldly, and while she had long since forsaken Idunn's piousness, it was places like this that really made her wonder if the gods really had earthly homes. Was this some strange portal to Alfheim or Hel?

Her steps were tentative, her nose taking in the damp earthen scent, and she looked closer at the source of the light. Mushrooms. She is cautious. She knew not all were for eating and these ones looked particularly slimy to boot. Her muzzle crinkles and her eyes turn back toward the depths. Did she dare stray any further?

“Speech”