The laughter was not directed toward Stigga but she felt it all the same.  Those dark eyes narrowing sharply upon Magda while being pulled from the crevice.  Her hand jerked away from the other woman as she quickly got to her feet and brushed away the dust.  Full lips drawn tight, nearly curling back to expose her teeth as she felt the ache of her pride.<br/><br/>“Funny yes?”  The words spoken as she moved to march past the others and continue toward their objective.  She wanted distance between herself and that embarrassing fall, as much as possible.<br/><br/><br/>Stigga resumed her self-proclaimed role at the front of the group.  Those long legs once more stretched out and maneuvered through the shadows to silently bring her forward.  Strong fingers rested against the hilt of her weapon while another ran over the cavern walls.  Gently she traced the claw markings they found, tested the blood for temperature and freshness and attempting to locate any tracks that might speak of these creatures.  A muscle worked in her jaw that their remains were so obvious yet their passage seemed not to be.<br/><br/>The presence of the massive door did little to comfort her.  That man would sink so low as to build here, so far from the light and natural world above was unthinkable.  Simply looking at the ooze and cracks told her that this place was no more welcoming or safe than what was above.  Tenderly her hand touched the door, tracing along its surface for claw markings or sign of assault.<br/>