Perhaps cold dark caverns would be annoying to other creatures, but they were just right for a crochety old Morloth. The light was barely there, perfect for not hurting her dry eyes, and the sounds echoed in ways that may have been confusing to everyone else, but made just the right amount of sense to her. It was a lovely place, and Mara always loved to visit.
She was currently curled up happily in the middle of a darkened cave, enjoying listening to the sounds of water dripping down the stones, the
plink of footsteps trodding from miles away that only she could hear. She signed, happy as...well, happy as a Morloth in a cave!
A sound made her start though, and Mara opened her eyes, suddenly grumpy again. That 'I hope there's room to fly in here' came from a lot closer than she would like!
"Whadaya want?" she called out.