The landing

Her fangs are sharp, she likes your taste,

Her head snapped up at the sound of Falcon's voice, and she gave a short wag of her tail - or rather, what was left of it. Without thought, Jumanji made her way toward Falcon, tracing his steps on the moist, cool earth beneath her paws. Her legs were in perfect sync as they carried her across the terrain and within a couple of short hours, she found herself at the mouth of a cave system. It was not what she had expected, but it certainly held her interest.  She moved with a silence that few wolves could achieve. There were odd patterns all over the wall from what she could see, but the pale woman could not make heads nor tails of what they could have been. This was not her concern right now, all she wanted to do was find Falcon and explore the caves they had stumbled upon.

Once she set eyes on him, Jumanji paused and spoke quietly, not wanting her oddly haunting voice to echo. "Are we to camp here, then?" She could see no issue with staying the night. They would be protected from the rain and the rest of their gang would fit inside the walls with enough room to keep out of her way. Waiting was the worst part of having a conversation, wondering what the other would say in response to her question made her a little antsy. Still, she did so out of respect for Falcon, and she trusted he would not make her wait too long for her answer. He understood her where others had refused to even get to know her, the least she could do was be patient. She understood that much about the world.

"Speaking." "You." Thinking

You better move post haste!!