Seija
Botanist | Medic
Enduring | Adamant | Impulsive | Maternal

Moving through the middle caverns is difficult, even with the aid of some packmates. It is hard to see just about anything in clear detail the further in you go, with candles sparsely placed only in more thoroughly-travelled corridors; the border between the middle and deep caverns becomes much more clear this way, when complete darkness takes hold, with the only respite being rooms carved within the walls.

It is before this border that an absolutely immense room lies, the opening curtained by thick...vines, despite the near-pitch blackness. One must jump the river to enter, and when the curtain is pulled away, the room is like an entirely different world, as if a pocket of the Viridian Labyrinth was recreated underground somehow. It's entirely unnatural- completely sustained and lit by magic. It's unclear just how large the room is, or if it even ends. The wilds here are untamed, with many of the pack's familiars running through the undergrowth or jumping from tree to tree.

It can take days to explore, only aided by the occasional map stuck to a tree. High above in a literal tree fortress, Seija lives. Entering, if she allows one to do so, will reveal a sterile, almost chemical scent. She hops from station to station, writing down notes as she goes. The vines and trees that wrap around her body seem to move at their own volition, and she seems to have no issues moving with them, as if they are just as natural an extension of herself as her own limbs.

"If you are not in immediate danger, please make haste and take your leave. I take great care in keeping these lands wild. I will remove you myself if I must, dear, but I'd rather it not get that far. Do you truly need help?"