"Do you think we'll actually find something?" Thistle asked curiously, ducking into the small opening of the seaside caves.
"If we're ever going to find them, it'll be here," Foxglove insisted. She was leading the small pack into the winding, musty tunnels of the cave, careful to avoid the patches of slippery algae that flourished here during high tide. The pink raptor was well aware of the tides, knowing they had l...