Loren knew the tunnels under the Hollowed Ground. Knew the shrine that lay deep within the winding tunnels. Knew that it was a place of power for the Voice, that same goddess who'd offered him an impossible choice and had kept her word about the cure. He figured he owed her a thank you for the truth and the medicine, at the very least.
Not knowing quite what drew him to the caverns he'd once called home, he ducked inside them, Astra at his heels. She watched him and he ignored her, as well as the worry he could sense through their bond. Instead, he just padded his way lower and further into the cave system, his paws silent on the stone. The soft illumination from her antlers was enough for him to see by.
Nothing and no one bothered him, for now at least. In this form, what few predators were around knew to stay away. So he was unimpeded as he made his way towards the shrine. He stopped before he reached it. There was a vein of quartz before him: batting and clawing at it, he managed to rip a chunk out. Gripping it in his teeth, he resumed his descent through the maze.
Not knowing quite what drew him to the caverns he'd once called home, he ducked inside them, Astra at his heels. She watched him and he ignored her, as well as the worry he could sense through their bond. Instead, he just padded his way lower and further into the cave system, his paws silent on the stone. The soft illumination from her antlers was enough for him to see by.
Nothing and no one bothered him, for now at least. In this form, what few predators were around knew to stay away. So he was unimpeded as he made his way towards the shrine. He stopped before he reached it. There was a vein of quartz before him: batting and clawing at it, he managed to rip a chunk out. Gripping it in his teeth, he resumed his descent through the maze.
