No stone unturned

She watched him warily as he inspected the crack before her. He had no idea of the danger. She looked up at him, a question of doubt in her eyes for following him even just around the gap. The other side could be unstable... But she could be wrong... She felt his nudge on her shoulder, it jolted her back to moving. She clung to his hip as they skirted around the edge.

The sun continues to rise but the warmth doesn't break through the stain of red above them. As if the sky was bleeding.

They neared one of the spikes and she noticed the ground grew more stable and compact.

"The spires, they seem to have more stability to the ground..." She said quietly, loud enough for him to hear her. She sees the base of the spire and it seems as if long ago it had been etched with some sort of design but it had been weathered and the surface was scoured from any defining details.

She hears it before she feels it, the low ominous sound. Then her fur is gently teased by a strange slow breeze. The sound comes from the spires, but she gathered it's from the wind playing with the strange bracers and measured holes in the massive spikes. She feels herself trembling and pressing against his side.