Can somehow track his father

She was silent for a moment, long enough to make me wonder what she was thinking, before patting me on the shoulder and sending me to my position.

Then we waited. The earth began to rumble slightly after a minute or so passed, my senses reminding me constantly of what was drawing near her, but as my father’s signal came closer, I reached out to my mother, giving her a silent signal. She raised a hand as motion appeared in the tunnel and a hand grasped the edge.

“Everybody relax,” My dad said, pulling himself out of the hole. Dirt clung to his arms, pants, face—but his smile was as bright and confident as he reached down to pull Onyx up as well. “The cool kids have arrived.”