Moss dragged himself along the ground. He was moving slowly, but he was moving. And breathing. That was all that was important right then. He kept going. He passed through miles and miles of remote cave systems, using ground tremors to guide him, but never stopping, always pressing on. He was dead tired. He dragged himself along for a few more feet, and then a vast chasm appeared in front of him. The diameter was large, but not particularly huge. But it was very, very deep. Moss dropped a rock down the shaft and waited. Nothing. Finally after a few minutes, he heard a faint, ringing, echoey *Kur-plsh* noise. That was odd, but he didn't give it too much thought. He stretched his wings. Could he fly over? He would have to try.