New things to see

Citadel tilted his head, hearing a strange sound carrying on the wind. He followed it to the entrance of one of the Warrens and he stopped there. Sunlight on one shoulder, and shadows on the other. He stretched his head forward, sniffing the air and sampling it on his tongue. He could smell musty air from the unused cave, faint smoke residue from the unlit sconce along the distant wall.

While he stood there for a few moments he didn't hear the sound again. Nor catch the scent of anything that could have made it. He was tempted to chalk it up to his imagination, but curiosity compelled him anyway. He was about to step into the Warren when he heard the soft crunch of paw steps behind him. He turned, and saw the golden form of Bal. He nodded his head towards his brother and then tilted it slightly towards the cave. “Think I heard something. Wanna check it out?”


"Citadel Fatalis"