Björn has taken to exploring, rather like a duck to water. Spending the summer only in places where he could hide from the heat. A unseasonably cool day had the boy thinking he could cross the more deserted regions in the west, but that was... wishful thinking. Overall, quite wishful, in ways he hadn't entirely considered. Getting caught out by the rising temperatures wasn't the brightest move he'd pulled lately.

Hunching his shoulders against a breeze that doesn't bring reprieve, Björn crosses to... well, what appears to be a hole in the ground. Steep at the sides, but it went down. Farther down, until the light disappeared. At least it would be cool down here. Carefully, the rot prince begins his decent.

"Björn"

Exploration was the name of the game. How was one supposed to conquer a world that they didn't know? By the time that Starchild was done with this continent, she would know the ins and outs of the land more closely than one would know a lover. Not that Star had ever had a lover, but it was still a good analogy.

The heat of the summer drove the dark coated fae to seek shelter during the hottest hours of the day. The sun hadn't been too oppressive that morning. Now though... it was damn near unbearable. Thankfully she had seen a massive hole that seemed to reach down into the earth. Star could almost feel the cooler temperatures from here.

Nearing the entrance, the lithe fae's icy gaze slid over the steep pathway. She would be able to traverse it, but she'd have to go slowly. Down below she could see shapes scurrying along and she thought that the skittering of claws on stone echoed upward every now and again. Interesting.

As Star began moving down the pathway, the form of another came into view. A much larger wolf, his head carrying a rack of antlers. Even more interesting, she thought. For now, Star would stay silent, not wanting to distract herself while treading down such a precarious path. Perhaps when she was at the bottom and the darkness enveloped her, maybe then she would speak.

"Starchild Dunamis"

His steps are careful, cautious, as he moves down. Descending from mountainsides and cliffs was second nature to the rot prince, but this? Well, it should functionally be the same. The same muscles engaged, the same care necessary. One foot in front of the next, Björn trusted himself. Predatory grace applying in much the same way as stalking furry creatures on the plains. All he needed to do was apply himself, right?

As the darkness began to swallow most things, he catches sight of the girl. She's a ways ahead of him, but certainly within shouting distance. Björn wouldn't allow his pace to quicken, lest he lose his footing on the steep incline. It's grassy, in ways he didn't necessarily anticipate. Not the strangest thing he'd seen lately, but certainly surprising. Lush vegetation around the edges of the hole, as he moves deeper within it.

"Don't slip." He calls to the girl, as he takes a moment's rest to plan the rest of his route down. Moving from the slight ledge, through the less steep pieces and parts of this. Björn's study is careful, analytical. His long shadow is still for only a moment, before continuing on down. Every movement calculated, devoid of his usual recklessness.

"Björn"

The brute did see her and he called out to her too. A soft, husky chuckle reverberated throughout the cavern as she called up in a little singsong voice, "Best that you follow that advice, big guy." He was much larger than she and much bulkier. If he fell, it would hurt. If she fell... it would still hurt, but she was much lighter and would have less risk of permanent injury.

Star scented the air as she moved down into the dark. It was cool and somewhat musty, but air seemed to be sweeping down into the cavern. There was a slight whistle in the air as the breeze danced through whatever tunnels were up ahead.

"Starchild Dunamis"

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"

Nothing scared Star. Well... mostly nothing. It was as though all of the fear points in her stats were placed on "Fear of touch" and there weren't any left over for anything else. So, when the antlered brute asked if she was coming, Starchild padded right past him and into the cave system, the darkness quickly swallowing up her svelte frame. As she passed, Dundee the tasmanian devil, gave the man a warning snarl which reverberated off of the cavern walls.

Star chuckled at the little creatures tenacity, her humor echoing sweetly off of the stone. The tunnels were dark so she was forced to rely upon her sense of smell as delicate paws led her through the winding tunnels.

"Starchild Dunamis"