Don't Wake The Dead

Nervously, Bright Moon stepped a little further into the chamber,, hers paws moving carefully, afraid to make a sound. The sound of even the smallest pebble skittering over the stony ground was enough to send shivers down her spine. This place was creepy, and she didn't like it. But someone else was here. Her ears perked and she paused in her stride as a voice called back to her. The accent was unfamiliar, but it was the voice of a female. Was she in trouble? Or lost?

Pressing onward, she heard the voice call out again. "Yes, I'm here!" Bright called out a little more determinedly now, "I'm trying to find you!" She as she finished speaking, her paw struck into something, and she stumbled slightly. As the scent of death flooded her nostrils, she realized she had tripped upon a wolf's corpse. A shrill shriek escaped her as she leaped away from the body, drawing her forepaw close to her chest. Fear tugged at her now, and she wasn't sure she could go any further - would the only other live wolf in this chamber be able to find her?