Gallus peered up at the ceiling while they walked. "While the colour of the rocks might be different, this is beginning to feel more like home with every step," he murmured. His voice carried easily in the wide cave, even as he spoke quietly.

"Not quite," Fendros added, "I don't smell any lycans."

A light breeze passed the group from behind them, indicating that there may be openings further into the cave.

"I think we're just heading down wind. Give it a moment." Gallus tried to look ahead into the dark that Meesei's light couldn't pierce. It was hard to see further into the dark with it present.

"I would think we could have been confronted by now," Uthri commented as she peered around, "We would never have allowed outsiders this close back home. Perhaps they want to surround us in case the people we left outside mean harm."

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Sabine quietly frowned for a while in Peiter's arms. What he said made sense, so why was she worried at all? Was it a learned thing? Was something wrong with her?

"I still do not know," Sabine mumbled, "It has been a long time since I made so much of something that I ran out of ingredients before finishing. I am just not used to it."

Perhaps it took talking with Peiter to realise it, but Sabine found her thoughts at that moment unhelpful. She shuffled around until she was facing Peiter and kissed him on the collarbone, before curling and bringing her forehead to his chest. She took a deep breath of his scent to calm down and let the thoughts go, wrapping her arms around him tightly. Her muffled voice grumbled from below Peiter's chin, "Could you hold onto me for a while longer? I want to nap."