What kind of Hell is this?

The moss wolf was just as unsettled as Ollie. The healer looked up at the protruding spikes with a nervous chuckle at Spider's joke.

"They, uhh... look a bit too stony to be aliens that want to eat brains..." he replied, trying to throw the sarcasm back. It fell flat as Wilder suggested not to touch the spires. Ollie nodded, Wilder was the most experienced in this area, the guy was a good scout, something Ollie didn't know much about. He couldn't help but want to reach out a paw just to mess with the guy though. He didn't, he was too unnerved about the whole thing.

"What you know about sinkholes Wilder? I've never heard of them." The youth asked, using his eyes to check in with Spider. Spider was the highest rank among them, did they have any directions they could look into?

His gaze shifted to the base of one of the spikes.
"There's something written on it," he muttered to them drawing closer to the spike but not touching it.


"Speech"