Pale paws padded along through the Mistweaver lands. Zimwi looked about, his stoney mane getting in his face a bit. His eyes coming to the caves, he headed up to them and in. Like any cub, he was curious, wanting to know about the land around him. Since he'd come with Denge, he'd not seen many others, but that didn't bother him too much. If they wanted him gone, he'd have been run off by then. Mesmerized, he looked at the walls, sitting down to stare up at them. Utterly entranced, he wouldn't have noticed if anyone walked in unless they spoke to him.