BRIAR'S POV
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Nothing. There is absolutely nothing except moss, wet stone and sloshing water and cold, wet air that feels weird to breathe in, and to add to the wet air, it has become tense as Fenrys' eyes flick over every inch of the cave once more, looking, searching for the gold as if it would pop right out of the walls and land at his feet. The calm, nervous look in his eyes turn into something scarier, something more unhinged as panic floods those glaciers. His previously calm posture shifted as an alarming look flickered over his face, and his chest began to rise and fall rather excessively. Fenrys didn't meet my gaze as I stared at him with my own heart threatening to beat from my chest.
His head turned, and his body followed as he slowly glances around with a betrayed look in
