Aramid looks down at the now rolled up colorful cloth, not easy to do with only paws. Or at least ones not made for this. The large towel sits more in a lump, bits of dirt and grass are stuck to it in spots. The Arcanine grabs one end of the towel with his mouth and in two tries, throws the colorful cloth over his back. Feeling a thwap on the other side of his body and lets go of it. He finally tuns back to the cave as ready as he can be for this.
At the entrance stands a torch, its fire crackles idly. Aramid had lit it the night before on his way back from the beach. And since the cave is likely dark after being... not lived in for so long. The Arcanine grabs the torch with his teeth, careful not to bite through it. With a deep breath Aramid steps back into the cave, as ready as anyone can be.
The main entrance lies as cold and quiet as last time, only the fire and Aramid’s own breathing breaking the silence. Aramid looks at the walls of the entrance. If he remembers correctly there should be a small brazier on the wall about, there. He spots it on his left, just a bit lower than he remembers. The Arcanine walks to the brazier and puts the fire to the inside, holding it for a minute. Nothing, nor fire or even smoke comes from it. Aramid lets out a huff, the oil’s gone burned out who knows how long ago. And if this one is empty then all of them are. Its not too much of a problem to him, with the torch and all. But this does mean he’ll have to carry the torch everywhere instead of just lighting all the braziers.
All it means is he’ll need to set it down every so often. But for now he just needs to continue moving. If he doesn’t want to take a week or longer he just needs to keep moving through. And Aramid knows where to go first.
The one room he was never allowed to enter when he was little.
