Stroke the Furry Wall

It had been too long since Bowen and Artorias had taken a little trip out of Hallowed lands. It was about time to rectify that. However, rather than just the two of them, Bowen decided to invite Briar as well. She didn't mind the antlered woman one bit. In fact, she rather liked her. It would be nice to get Briar out of the castle and give the pair of parents a break, and man... did Bowen have ab enjoyable time in mind.

She'd been here before but wasn't sure if Art and Briar had been here. It was a pretty place, the cavern, and it would be nice to see it again. With Mercury and the older kids holding down the fort, it was easy to convince the pair to come along with her. Because he was the big, tough man, Bowen had a set of packs draped over Arts back. It wasn't terribly heavy, but she asked him to carry it anyway.

The trio conversed lightly while they traveled to their destination. The weather was decent enough for traveling, thankfully. No rain would hamper their progress and they made pretty good time. The russet and cream fae wiggled her brows as they neared the entrance of the cave. "Last chance to turn back," she chuckled before ducking out of the daylight and into the darkness of the cavern. A winding path through the dark led the trio downward and, around a corner and up ahead, a bluish glow could be seen. Entering the cavern, the three wolves were bathed in that glow as a plethora of mushrooms clung to the rocky surfaces. The glow pulsed in a gentle, comfortable way, it's rhythmic shifting being rather hypnotic.

Bowen rustled around in one of the packs and drew out a bottle and a little packet of something. The fae poured the earthy smelling powder into the bottle, which was just water, and gave it a shake to mix and dissolve the powder into it. In the meantime, she asked Art to set up the furs that she'd put in the pack. The moss beneath would provide some cushion, but with the furs, oiled on one side, they wouldn't end up damp. Hopefully, anyway.

"Bottoms up." The small lady lifted the bottle to her lips and took a hearty slug. Her pink nose wrinkled a bit and, once she swallowed, she stuck her tongue out. "Blech," she spoke aloud. "It doesn't taste great, but it'll do the job." Bowen was small, so she didn't drink too much. After handing the bottle to Art and Briar, Bowen nestled down onto one of the furs on her back, staring up at the glowy fungus. All they had to do now was wait and relax. With their companions on guard outside, there was nothing to worry about. ...Mostly.
"Bowen"