Wolfhound twined their way through the tunnel, holding themselves low as they searched for potential prey. Their heads occasionally spoke, but only softly, so as not to spook anything they might come across.
The four heads then focused again, the hydra as a whole striding with surprising grace along the tunnel. Clawed feet were careful not to splash in the places where water lapped up over the stones; the wings folded down, hiding the shifting aurora within. The tail was raised, held out straight so as not to drag or make a sound.
But still, the sniffing found nothing; Sirius peered down for a beat, seeing if Rajani had any better luck.
@Rajani