Sága made her way south, following the base of the mountain through bright, peaceful forests, and over rubble that had long since made it's way down the slopes. The idea was to lay her scent as far and wide as possible, just in case either her family or Hudson's decided to cross the mountain, though in all honesty the silvery woman had almost no hope that it would help reunite anyone. What she truly desired was some time on her own. Hudson was great, as were the others, but she'd had almost no time to herself since waking up in this strange land. Perhaps a day or two to her thoughts could do her some good.
If Sága hadn't been looking for little pockets that might hold onto her fur, or protect her scent from the wind, she might have missed the entrance to the tunnels entirely. The way the shadows played along the rockface, twisting and turning with every curve, or sudden spike could trick the eye. Once she noticed it, however, she found her interest piqued.
Never one to deny an adventure, the Tainn woman made her way into the darkness, past a large, mostly-frozen lake, and then through a series of tunnels beyond.