Into the Depths: Investigating the Shimmering Shore Tunnels (Group 4)

Corbie had come down with a lantern, probably the most prepared of anyone. Wake's plan on relying on his eyes adjusting and Deluge's glowing coat had caved in along with the tunnel, so he begrudgingly lets the smaller wolf cut in, move down the tunnel. "Just don't get squashed or somethin'," as grumbly as he was about the whole thing, he's got enough brain cells to worry.

Scraping at the exposed roots, Wake's forehead crumples. He knows what wolf bites look like. Hell, he knows what plenty of bites look like, he'd cleaned out plenty of wounds, on wolves and livestock alike. These are... these are nothing he recognizes. "Never seen bites like this, but they still look like teeth." A careful observation, as he then takes to the viscous liquid. Tapping at it, watching the way it coats his paw pads.

Curiously, he sniffs. Then Wake lowers his muzzle and licks the substance, trying to sort out exactly what it could be. Tasting it, because hell, it couldn't be worse than anything he puts in his body already.

"Wake"