Saule
Saule heads right at the bottom of the little slope behind Cyllo, ears perked as they pass below a grate that opens up onto the street below. Thank goodness it's not raining... I bet that would be doubly awful down here. The noise of Cyllo's chalk has become redundant, and she almost doesn't even hear it anymore as they travel down a long, gently curving pipe. Walking about a block, they come to a place where the pipe suddenly splits off into three directions. Looking back and forth between them, she Saule takes a step back. "Now which way? I know the pipe turned a bit, but I don't even know which way to turn now... Any ideas?" She asks, a little worry surfacing in her voice.