Spelunking

Korona shifted nervously, her paws shuffling in the darkness. The weight of the cave pressed down on her small frame, but curiosity sparked in her eyes. She wasn’t sure if she should speak up, but after a few moments of hesitation, she decided to try.

“Your nose?” she squeaked, her voice barely a whisper. “You can smell where your enemy is... can’t you?” She wrinkled her nose as the damp, earthy scent of the cave filled her nostrils, her mind racing with the possibilities. “And... maybe you can listen real closely? Like, to their breathing or... or footsteps?”

She leaned forward a little, straining her ears, trying to hear more than the distant drip of water. But of course, she was used to eyesight, not blindness.

THE KRAKEN