Cancer, decked out with his new fancy (read: ugly) carrying bag and dagger, tablet stowed away safely in its pouch, entered the next room. He noted a stench the moment he walked in. It was hard to miss, with the gusting wind that slapped his face and chest as he entered. This place was heavily claimed, by something smelly. The scenery was chaotic, and he noted how good a place this was to claim as territory. Whoever lived here was smart. The winds rushing through the rocky cliffs and ledges made it impossible to overhear any discussions, and there were plenty of places to hide.

Curiousity kept him there, and with a deep breath, he used that Red Sense for the second time that day. He braced for it to fail, but if he could manage it, he hoped to sense any that might be home here...

...and to his surprise and delight, Cancer's magic glow gave him everything he wanted to know. There were a few that lived here, and he could sense those that were home. In fact, he could sense them well enough to tell their shape, size, weight... he'd never cast this magic so well, and the clear image he received in his mind's eye was a perfect outline of the cave, thanks to the few prey species that also lived here. Immediately, not wanting to waste this perfect image, he grabbed his tablet and started working feverishly to get the image etched onto the stone. The blanks were walls, he could tell, so he craved quickly and sighed as he finished just as the image faded into bland memory. He looked upon his work with a satisfied grin. This place was fantastic... he wondered, though, who those shapes were. So, he called. The drawn-out roar was throatier than he remembered it being last time he'd called like this, wordless but inviting- hopefully, this place had friendly occupants... and as he sat, dazed, listening for a response, he noted his tired haze and wondered if they'd let him bed here tonight.