Tiberius
Tiberius gave up his fruitless search of a couple of tin crates near the door, and with a bit of effort caught up to his friend. There hadn't been much to see save a few recklessly discarded bones. Whomever had been up this way had clearly taken their lunch. Perhaps had been some forgotten guard post, or supply shack. Who knew.
"I'd give anythin' to be a Tenneth right now, Feathas. Best way to beat the heat. You think your target is a Tenneth? I can't see why a wolf of any other pack would want to hang out up this way," he commented, more out of idle conversation than a genuine attempt to pry information out.
As they put some distance between them and the abandoned structure, Tiberius noticed with a somewhat eerie observation that the heavens above were dark. Being able to gaze at the stars once again had been one his fondest wishes while he had been in that infernal mine, and here he was under ash-choked skies unable to distinguish it from cave ceiling. The only bit of consolation was the moon eeking out through the dust clouds, turning a strange yellow color as it peered blearily through the haze.
"You think we are going to find her tonight, Feathas? We haven't slept a wink since we left the cells."