Underground Adventure (Revyn)

A few smells, a few noises... nothing terribly unusual, for this part of the woods, Revyn would have to fairly admit. Vaguely, though, he could start to, at least, make out that they were voices -- for as little as he would be himself if he didn't change direction to observe at least a little. Ones that, before long, appeared to... cut off somehow.

Curious, then, on its own; certainly enough for him to curiously check if something of some interest was around. Ungraceful, however, would be rather an appropriate word to follow. While he himself had noticed signs of a hole easily enough... the White Wolfos along with him, it appeared, had not. And was soon to slip down with naught more than a slight whimper, plant into the lingering pile of snow, and contently shake himself off of it before too long. The golden-furred, three-tailed fox, on the other hand, was rather more... calm and graceful in his approach, hopping down to a few points before he alighted calmly on the surface below.

"Really, now... I do wish you'd be at least a little more alert..." Revyn sighed, his eyes soon falling on... ah, a Kokiri and their fairy, was it?

"Ah, company, it appears. I take it you two ended up down here the same way this young one did," he asked, giving a small tilt of his head toward the other canine that was at least double his own size. "Were you planning to explore, then? I could get you out easily enough, but that would be the boring method."

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Animals, hmm? Ah, perhaps there was... a minor misunderstanding, but no matter. He'd already gotten used enough to the fact that many of the people around were quite unfamiliar with his kin, for however long it might have been since the last one was around the land. Still, Revyn didn't show any particular reaction for now, his eyes instead wandering a little over the walls, while the White Wolfos began idly sniffing around.

"This place, hmm... not as of yet, no," he idly hummed. "As to the rest, though... you may call me Revyn. And this... foolish young cub of mine is Wyatt," he offered in introduction, glancing back to the younger Wolfos in question -- who, seemingly prompted, paused in what he was doing and sat himself down on the ground. "As you can see, he is harmless... enough. Never minding a few bad habits, that we shall not have to go into, I hope," he added.

"With that out of the way, then... it appears there might only be one way on from here, hmm? For an old, now buried structure like this... well, but we'll not know what it was ever for without looking a little further, hmm?"

Ritua

"Of some sort, yes," Revyn agreed. Of course, for all he knew, it could have been a rather... mundane purpose. But, well, there were ways to figure out... it would just take more than one room to do so.

"Ah, a bear, hmm? Well, perhaps, though I'd dare say it wouldn't have a terribly fun time making it back out of here. That is, presuming there aren't other entrances or exits," he suggested with a little chuckle. "Though I will not claim that there aren't at least some legends of bears with wings, or something of the sort. Well, but I might rather expect some pests like Keese to have wandered along somewhere in here... or something worse, if we are yet unlucky," he idly hummed, for all intents and purposes seeming to pay it little mind as he began to walk forward, Wyatt staying not too far behind.

"Shall I guess, though... that it has not been terribly long since you left that place you Kokiri seem to call home?" he curiously asked. In the meanwhile, though, he shifted himself to easily hop up onto the pile of dirt, then soundlessly back down on the other side of it. Glancing around just a little, to primarily a partly crumbled ledge and some stairs leading a bit further down. Perhaps not something with other exits, really, but even that much was fine, to him. "It appears to be clear, for the moment. All the better for this young one, I suppose."

And, indeed, the White Wolfos was once more rather... lacking in anything like finesse or subtlety. Instead seemingly intending to simply dig himself through, that would not itself take terribly long.

Ritua

Wings, some other parts... well, legends tended to exist about nearly any such thing, he'd found. Or if it didn't, many of them did after he had something to do with it. But, well, whether or not this one existed, he couldn't be certain; all he knew was that it wasn't one of the many that had been started by him.

"Mm. Not long indeed, then," Revyn idly replied. Never minding that he'd have to wait a few moments besides for that... not so clever 'son' of his to make his own way through. It would probably have been a far better idea to just find a way to send the Wolfos back, but ah well. Once Wyatt was through, the Keaton casually wandered along to the stairs.

"Ahh, those things, hmm? I suppose they'd be as likely to be found down here as Keese, though quite a bit easier to deal with. A bit of fire and the nuisances will run off; even the bigger ones," he suggested. "Well, but in the interests of that and a bit more light, I don't exactly have a shortage of little tricks," he added with a slight smirk. And a small, hovering flame, indeed, was soon to appear a bit above him; not a school of magic he'd put any active study into, but at least this much was easy enough to do by theory, not to mention familiarity with controlling his magical power as needed.

"Looks as though there might be another hall of some sort, likely before the 'main' area of whatever this place is meant to be," he observed after a short while. "Do be certain to watch the ceiling for any pests; easy as it may be for me to deal with anything, that wouldn't be of much benefit to someone still working on life outside their safe little home, would it?"

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