This was, admittedly, not the way he had imagined his first contact with the larger of the brothers to go. Uru had been almost certain that his first contact with Baizen would be over tooth and claw - but he wasn't going to complain about this. Spoke well of him in the Primal's mind, in fact, that he could vent his spleen in wiser ways.
"Your nose is your guide here," he replied, smoldering red eyes betraying that burgeoning undercurrent of respect. "The most viable source of water in the area lies on the other side of these catacombs. The volcano generally covers the sound until you're right on top of it, but the smell is another matter entirely." Surrounded by such heat, the scent of water cut through the muggy air like a knife. Perhaps it was so distinct because, after time spent in such a place, the body yearned for that cool, clean relief.
The dark wyrm ducked to the side, flowing past the brothers on his way to the largest of the tunnels. Fixing his claws into holds that appeared to have been there for some time, Uru clambered right up the wall! He seemed well-versed in the climb, coiling through the entrance to the cavern with an inky smoothness. Perched there, he cast his eyes back to the pair. "Good luck. I will see you on the other side - or return to collect your corpses." So saying, he vanished into the mountainside.