Show me the way

*navigation caves of the past

Her form lay inside the caves, hidden for the most part by the small tunnel entrance she lay in. She was silent, aside from the small breaths she let out into the cooled air. A rainbow of colors graced her pelt though it was mostly on her tail. She kept the colorful appendage under her chin as she lay curled into a tight ball. This was where she had been hidden now for long enough that scents had grown days old, becoming stale in the crisp air. Her orange ears pressed back, melding into her red fur. Her scent of fear was probably the strongest. She knew at the entrance to the caves that her mother's faded scent entered with her own, but if one inspected further they would find only one of them lead to exiting the caves. She had watched as her mother disappeared beyond sight, followed by the dark figures. She had seen the bit of sorrow in her mother's eyes as she had placed her in the caves and left her.

Jewell wasn't stupid, she knew her mother wouldn't be returning. Though in some notion of childish hope she stayed where her mother had left her, hoping she might return, though there would be no such reunion between them. She shivered as winds entered the caves, though not as cold as they would be if she were outside they were still chilling to the young girl. She had only wandered far enough inside to merely find shallow puddles from dripping stalactites to satiate her thirst, though there was no relief for her growling stomach. She lifted herself, body exiting the smaller tunnel though her head looked this way and that first. She was cautious in leaving the safety of the smaller passageway for fear that the nightmares would return to hunt her. That was what she had decided were the shadows that hunted her mother. The were foul smelling and sounded horrendous to her, though she was but a child so alot was that way for her.

Her yellow dipped paws moved her to the side of the closest puddle she had found. Purple paw pads were careful not to touch the icy feeling water. Her cheeks held the darkened lines of tears that soaked her fur once. Though now they were just stained, she hadn't cried in almost a whole day. She dipped her head close to the water and lapped at the surface with her purple tongue. It's taste was gritty and earthly, nothing like the fresh stream water she enjoyed. It was foul in its taste but she choked it down anyway. As she lifted her head her eyes lifted to the colorful oddities upon the walls. They were captivating with their colors and shapes. The meaning was lost on her but nonetheless she found them to be pretty. Her haunches lowered as she studied them. Head tilted this way and that trying to figure out what it was supposed to be. Ears perked, the sound of the wind being all she heard for now.