The hooded latern sways gently on it's harness, tapping Moosetracks' chest in a rhythmic and soothing pattern as tendrils of warm light crawl over the tunnels narrowing stone walls. For once the brindled courser isn't even trying to be quiet, her hooves clop across the mossy floor as she strolls through these familiar pathways. A panting echo resounding in her ears as Trinket patters beside her on his short stubby legs looking content as he always does with his lolling toungue and bright eyes. Unlike usual though, the dogs long fur is coated in dirt and cobwebs from his most recent expedition into narrow passageways created by small vermin and other creatures of similar sizes. Nothing of note came from it outside of a dead one-eyed rat to which Moosetracks let the hound have that with all to himself. Lately things have been silent in the Overgrown Caverns with fewer coursers passing by the tunnels and caverns Moosetracks frequents leaving the courser's food supplies to start running a little more than dry. Sure there is the native cave flora she could feed herself on but surface food has nutrients she is unable to get down here and more importantly it tastes a lot better than the assortment of mushrooms, mosses, and ferns that grow in the dark. After multiple days of searching and wandering, and mostly because of the current state of her companion, Moosetracks decided to take a break day and refresh both of them. So, she travels this familiar hidden path to which few know seeking one of her many places of relaxation.
           The soft steps of Moosetracks hooves suddenly begin to change, as moss gives way to smoothed old stone and the natural cave walls suddenly cut off relenting to the unnaturally smooth cut stones that line the walls, her steps turn into sharper more echoing sound as it fades into the distance of the tunnel. The narrow passageway widening slowly until eventually the walls take sharp angles creating a large cavernous area. Intricately carved arches repeat in even patterns as they descend into the darkness of the cavern. The lantern light reveals faded colors and shapes of coursers of long ago decorate the archways and spaces in elegant and fluid poses. Moosetracks pauses as she normally does when she comes to this part of the cistern. Examining the artistry with curiosity. She's always been fascinated by the arts of the old world, even though she's passed these particular freiscos more than a dozen times Moosetracks can't help but stop to examining them even more. Admiring their beauty and trying to pick up on something she might've missed in the past. She doesn't though, they appear the same as they always do. She's pulled out of her relvery and thoughts by Trinket, the dachsund's impatient bark echoes piercingly across the smooth stone. "Ok ok," Moosetrack snaps in annoyance from being yanked out of her thoughts. "Come on you dirty little rat." The jab is said with affection and Trinket seems to have no care about it as he eagerly bounds forward, stopping to look back at Moosetracks, then bounding forward again once she takes steps towards him.
           The duo descend down the large steps, oddly spaced as if not meant to be walked on, into the bowl shaped area of the bottom. Trinket, who is about the length of the distance of the steps, always struggles with this part and while Moosetracks originally tried carrying him down the eager dog idiotically throws himself down each step becoming a tumbling blur of gold fuzz before landing awkwardly at the bottom and shaking himself off as if nothing happened. No one can say he's not at least sturdy. Here Moosetracks doesn't rush, as she begins taking off the bags she carries and her cloak. The clattering of various items hanging from these bags causes an irratic symphony of sharp and dull sounds within the cistern as she sets them down on one of the sets, leaving behind her lantern and mask as well. Once completely naked she gives herself a brisk shake feeling odd without the pressure and weight of her belongings. It is only for a brief time, she tells herself. "Lets go Trinket," Moosetracks calls to the dachsund as the pair follow the small stoney passage way. It isn't long at all till the sound of water pricks Moosetracks' ears and light splashing is heard from beneath her hooves. Stopping briefly Moosetracks takes deep eager gulps of the cavern chilled liquid feeling more refreshed than when she drinks from the puddles that lay about the Overgrown Caverns. Trinket joins her, his noisy lapping eargratting in the echoing chamber but soon the too move on the water becoming higher and higher until it rose ankle deep for Moosetracks while Trinket has basically begun swimming by this point. Believing this to be deep enough Moosetracks drops down onto her knees and beguns rolling in the water feeling relieved as weeks of mud, dust, cobwebs, and who knows what else washes free of her brown coat and dark mane and tail. Loud splashing and eager yelps come from where Trinket paddles about eagerly, occasionally going to the shallower end and hopping around as if he is a rabbit. With his fur wet it hangs in thick tangled sheets making him look like a sorry sop of a creature, Moosetracks always chuckles at this finding his appearence when wet amusing. Trinket always had an affinity for water and whenever they come to the cistern it's very obvious he remembers the way and his excitment is contagious. Moosetracks never particularly hated water but was never overly eager to be in it. Now, with Trinket by her side, she finds these trips fun in a way.
            Both now cleaned up and after partaking in a bit of light play, with Moosetracks using her hooves to splash and send waves over her pet who eagerly bit at the water as if he can take it down, she gives herself a vigorous shake and begins making her way back towards the dry steps where her belongings await her. She glances back tossing her soaking dark mane in the process and notcies Trinket hasn't caught on still digging at the water as if to find buried treasure there. "Trinket come," she calls to him watching his large water-ladden ears perk, "come on boy lets go." Moosetracks insists watching his slight hesitation before bounding through the water creating large splashes as his golden fuzzy form approaches. She nuzzles his soaking side gently as he stands between her front hooves before setting back off towards her belongings. She doesn't like putting them on while still wet so after she has her baths she stays sitting by the steps watching the soft reflections of the water, casted by barely glowing cave moss, on the cistern walls waiting for her hide to dry. Trinket pops down next to her belly, stretching his stubby little legs out and panting happily as he lays there. Moosetracks watches as his eyes struggle to stay open until eventually he dozes off. A nap wouldn't be bad right now, Moosetracks thinks distantly as her head begins to dip down and she finds herself drifting off images of coursers dancing above her and filling her dreams.