Fire in the hole

All that happens is her dull nail making an ugly screech noise that doesn't matter that of the wails in the air. Her ears flatten against her head, eyes squishing closed as she grimaces and pulls her paw away. "Okay so they're too hard to scratch," she comments as her expression smooths aside from the scrunch of her brow. Moving her face closer to the spire, Delphi inspects the smooth, rusted metal closely. The carvings were definitely made by someone, they didn't appear to be from erosion.

"What if there's more down below?" Delphi calls out over her shoulder to Strai.

Delphi && Strai