broken bottles all around my feet

Did Henbane have any business being quite this far from home with another fresh set of stitches in? No. Had she caught what she could have sworn was her sister's scent on the breeze and followed it, determined to check things out? Yes. There was no talking her out of it, not that anyone tried. Was she starting to think of the den, stuffed to the brim with tiny creatures, as home? Shut up. Shut the fuck up right now.

Hunching her shoulders forward and dropping her muzzle to the ground, Henbane paused. It was an earthy scent, it had to be... no. Carried away with a shift in the breeze, the girl lost track of it once more. Maybe it hadn't been there in the first place. Finally looking up, the mouth of the cave is at least interesting enough to warrant a peek inside. Tentatively, Henbane takes a step in, blinking against the darkness. Somewhere deep at its heart, she could make out a faint bluish glow.

"Speech"