[DROP] perchance, to dream

The bark has Amhran turning his head immediately; it's strange how some noises feel familiar or somehow personal, even it could be argued that most canines sound the same. "Oh, hello," he trills to Deimos as he spots the hellhound, then nods to the lynx that arrives close on his heels. "To both of you. I was just seeing where this light headed." Gesturing to the glow as his feet continue to follow after it, by the time it splits into three directions, the Raeling is thoroughly invested in finding out where it's coming from. "Maybe down here?" he suggests, meandering away from the path and deeper into the holes filled with offerings and other debris. The pull of root and earth is undeniable for Amhran, and he also can't deny a burning curiosity to see what might be inside some of the Peepholes with or without the glow. "Have either of you ever seen anything like this before?"   Amhran goes into one of the peepholes after the light! amhran amhran