-You find yourself at the beginning of a cave...Its entrance is covered in seaweed like plants that don't seem to ever die or shrivel up...From inside the scent of a working spell..A fire..Or perhaps just the smell of freshly killed meat meets you nose...Weary traveler or old friend, Dancer welcomes both...- ^Dancer's den is a larger den, it being a cave made thousands of years ago...Already there is a lived-in look to it although Dancer has been here only a few short months...There is a bed of deerskins on one side, close to a fire pit..On the other lies a small pile of bones..Left from whatever prey she had last caught...In the back is a fresh water stream magicked there by her..the sand from the beach is spread out in the cave...It covers the floor, but not the pit nor the bed...The stream is crystal clear placed in a stone basin and out of the way of any 'wind bown' sand^
