The golden parts of his coat gleamed in the sunlight as he padded up to his brother’s side. His ears twitched as he caught the tail end of Citadel’s words, a curious look in his obsidian eyes. The idea of exploring the unknown, especially alongside his brother, stirred a mix of excitement and cautious anticipation within him. Balrog had always been meticulous, and while the mystery intrigued him, he wasn’t one to dive into situations without some consideration.
He lifted his head and sniffed the air, catching the same musty scent that Citadel had described, and narrowed his eyes toward the dark entrance of the Warren. “Something’s in there, huh?” he mused, his voice low but steady. “Could be anything.. Or nothing.” He glanced at Citadel, a hint of a smirk playing on his dark lips. “We won’t know unless we look.”
Balrog took a step forward, his muscles tensing with readiness. He paused briefly to listen again, his senses on high alert. With no immediate danger presenting itself, he nodded to his brother. “We must stay sharp, we don’t know what we’re walking into.” With that, he moved toward the cave entrance, every step quiet and measured.
