Deadly Beauty

Nav points: Exploring Glowshroom Cavern!

It would seem that the Lost Boys had indeed become very lost. Jumanji didn't mind the time alone and had actually come to enjoy the solitude. There was no one to annoy or make her do anything, and she was free to speak her mind with no fear of reprimand from Falcon's disapproving stare. Oddly colored, mother of pearl eyes cast around at the almost violet hue of the cavern she had been living in, admiring the blue hue on her nearly colorless pelt. The pale woman wasn't sure what had led her down the mysteriously dark tunnels, but after stumbling around for about three hours, she had finally come to a place that she didn't even believe was real at first. Surely, there was not glowing fungus coming out of the cavern walls. There was no way, and yet, here she was. There was moss that covered the cavern floor, and she had taken residence within a large, multi-layered circle of the glowing mushrooms at the back of the chamber.

Relaxing, Jumanji allows herself to succumb to the relative solace of solitude, allowing herself to become shockingly unaware of her surroundings. Dozing lightly, she shuts her eyes but keeps her ears pricked up to catch any unexpected noise. A bright green luna moth comes and lands on her nose, causing her to snort softly with a sneeze though she doesn't fully come awake. Laying within her circle of glowing mushrooms, she could only imagine what she would seem like to anyone who happened to come upon the chamber. She had picked it because there were rarely other wolves here and had camped out for weeks before she decided to make this a home base of sorts. It wasn't long before she was forced to lay her head down and actually sleep, curled up on her bed of moss inside her glowing fairy ring, Jumanji felt she could safely say she had found a haven of sorts. She was not aware that there was another wolf inside the chamber at the very moment sleep decided to take her. And, since there was rarely a breeze within the damp confines of the cavern, she would be blissfully unaware until he either approached her or made some kind of racket.

"Jumanji." "You." Think.