Lost in more ways than one

What Gloom knew about her former home could be easily counted on one paw. Just another depressing thought to toss onto the pile. But Makara helped to fill the silence which meant at least she wasn't being left alone with only the depressing thoughts as company. A small mercy.

Soon enough the younger woman joined Gloom in digging, but before Gloom could do so much as even shake her head or nod in response to the question she felt something beneath her forepaws. Or rather, nothing. Open air greeted her, as if she'd discovered an air pocket beneath the sand. And just as that thought occured the thrumming beneath the ground became much much louder and the whole beach seemed to give way.

Panic, good old familiar panic, took hold of Gloom and too late she tried to scramble back, stop herself from falling into the earth. She'd been underground a few times in her life and she couldn't say she tended to like it. But the cave in (was that what it was?) was much bigger than just herself and she tipped forward into the hole.

Ouch... Her muzzle was sore, having face planted basically by definition. Gloom was starting to think maybe she just wasn't meant to be, like in general. The world certainly seemed eager to knock her over and then keep kicking. Still she rose slowly to her paws, drawing in the sight of the hole (now she could see it was a tunnel) she'd fallen into.

"Speech"