Spending seven hundred thousand years penned up in those little caverns, doing nothing in particular.

Chakotay raised his rifle and fired it across the little cavern.

But if the little cavern had once been occupied, its tenant showed no sign of returning.

And at her words, within the little cavern there came a silence to be felt.

I was at the curtains, and they did not hang close, so I could see clearly into the little cavern beyond them.

She drew aside an ornate hanging and Blade entered the little cavern.

In the gloom of the little cavern her body shimmered like heat lightning.

Upon the rough rock floor of that little cavern crouched a huge gray wolf.

The big man grinned, the gap left by two missing teeth a little cavern in his mirth.

After what happened back in that little cavern, when we joined inside our minds?