eons of warfare returning

Down. They're both moving down, a comfortable sort of parallel play. Neither would be alone if something catastrophic happened, but there's no comfort in this company either. Björn is grateful for it, in his own way. Paying far more attention to his feet on the steep, mossy sides, than to the girl. One foot in front of the next, until he's at the very bottom and can assess his surroundings further.

At the very bottom of the hole, there's a tunnel. Björn takes it in from the mouth, staring carefully down, at least as far as the light touches. A yawning maw within the earth, the greenery fading off from bare to nothing at all. It's deep and dark, and he needs to see it. Casting a glance over his shoulder to the girl, he cants his antlered head. "You coming?" Assuming she'd made it the rest of the way down without chickening out, that is.

"Björn"