Drums... drums in the deep

Despite Ignita's penchant for organizing and categorizing things around her, she was always excited to see something new. Her focus would shift from everything around her to consuming a new thing like it was better than breathing.

She never needed much convincing when it came to exploring new places, especially when Basilisk was the one dragging her along. As long as he was there with her, she felt the most at ease.

They crossed over the fields before the caves, the snows of winter piled high. They proved difficult for her to cross, and she took to hopping into Basilisk's prints until they reached the gaping maw of the earth. She shook the snow off her blazon pelt as they stepped inside and she caught a familiar scent. It was a particular scent that said humans had once frequented here. Oil, metals, tools, fungus, bones, all ancient and crumbling. This was fresher than the tombs she had explored as a child. It set her on edge, her childhood was lonely and full of neglect and bullying. But with Basilisk there this would be a new adventure.

She stepped forward, her nose questing through the air. The one thing she couldn't smell was Charlie, at least not yet. It had been some time before they noticed he was missing.

Her nose would continue to search, quickly darting from one side of the tunnel to the other, making circles around the Warlord but never more than 5 of her steps away from him as they continued inside. Would they find Charlie here? Did he even come to this cave?