Tale trotted through the dusty caverns with its head tucked down and ears roving, straining in the dark to catch any trace of a threat. Its fur was shaking, tail lashing behind as each clop felt heavier than the last - were they going downhill? The palomino almost slid into Logue who was leading the expedition, gravel ricocheting and tumbling in on itself as it gave way into the abyss. Fearing for its life and stuttering for a bit before managing to find a bit of steadiness in its wobbly stance, the courser gave a huge sigh. "Wh-where are we headed did you say?"

The dun ahead of it turned his head back placidly, "Are you sure you're up for a deeper dive, there, Tale?" The warmth in his voice softened the golden horse's worries, and that confidence seemed to have a positive effect. Flapjack dug its claws into Tale's withers as if to remind the courser of even more support.

"You got it, Logue, let's go!"