No stone unturned

She pressed against him. Their fur touched, her eyes wide.

Is there anything underneath the spikes? Where did they come from? Her mind ran all kinds of scenarios. Ominous warnings howled above them through the spikes.

They pass another spire and this one had etchings of a grotesque monster. The scene sent shivers up her spine. The soil was soft as they passed between the spikes.

"We should stay close to the spikes. The soil is too soft between them for my liking." After he mentions that maybe this wasn't a good idea. She wasn't about to "no shit Sherlock" him, they had no idea what was in store. She couldn't figure out which was worse, the unsettling appearance of these strange spires or the howling noises, or the blood-red sky, or the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach about it all.