Strange happenings always meant danger, and the old Warlord was of the mind that he should be the one in risk of consequences, before the younger generations. So he made his way to the shimmering shore about which there were rumours flying amok.


He arrived to see wolves and other critters digging, and sniffed about the territory for the moment. Yes, whatever was happening it did seem to be underground. With a groan to his old bones, he started to dig. Letting his paws touch the earth, and toss the excess behind him. It had been a long time since he had simply dug a hole.

There was no way that she was letting Sirius out of her sight. Not after what she'd seen and felt at the spires. Now there was some strangeness in another part of the world? Nope. The former warlord needed to be looked after and she trusted no one else to do it other than herself. What could she do, being as little and old as she was? Isa really didn't know, but she'd surely do something.

Following Sirius to the Shore, she stayed close, her cobalt coat brushing his own dark fur with her closeness. Everything felt so strange. So... foreign. When the dire brute began to dig, Isa frowned hard, lips pursed. She couldn't let him do it alone though. If he wanted to dig, she would help him dig. Isa positioned herself close to Sirius, her hip touching his own, and began pulling away scoops of earth with her own much daintier paws.
"Isa"

-Exploring the Tunnels- Sirius glanced over at Isa as she placed herself close to him. Digging with him as they sought to uncover what they could about this territory - when suddenly, the weather shifted beneath their paws. Not the small shifts from digging, but something far greater. Suddenly, the ground was untrustworthy beneath them, and they were tumbling. He reached for Isa in the sudden gloom that encased them as they fell. Trying to find her. As he landed on the floor beneath, he didn’t have her. “Isa!” he barked, coughing from the falling dirt. Where was she? “ISA” he shouted, letting his voice carry through the whirlwind of dirt and settling debris. "Speech"

Suddenly the world fell out from beneath their paws and both Isa and Sirius went crashing into an underground tunnel. The older wolf grimaced, her bones rattling as she connected with the hard ground. Earth fell atop her, partially burying the blue fae. Though it felt like there was dirt in her ears, she could hear Sirius yelling for her.

Isa gave her head a shake, pushing up through the layer of dirt. "I'm here," she called out meekly, her icy gaze going up towards the hole above her. The sickly crimson light illuminated their particular area somewhat, but it was definitely dark.

"Isa"

Her voice hushed him, and he scrambled to follow the sound of it, and found her not too far from where he had fallen. He brushed first from around her face, and gently but quickly examined her for injuries. If she had hurt herself, he had no idea how far a hike it would be to get her out. Luckily, the two old wolves seemed to have landed relatively okay. Despite their old bodies. “Perhaps digging wasn’t wise. I’m sorry, Isa.” The Old Warlord said, looking up at the hold above them, and then back down to the tunnels. It didn’t look like climbing would be easy, that left them only one other option. "Speech"