Stand strong

Walk | Talk


She took her time in her carefully marked passage through the labyrinth of stone, marking each turn she made with a scratches of her claws, drawing a pattern on the aged rock. She had gathered some interesting herbs, mostly moss and things that liked the cool, dark and damp stone. She would examine her collection more carefully in the light of day once she was free of these shadowed halls. The occasional wind that howled through the cracks was bitterly cold, and she shivered whenever it rippled through her coat.

She was just considering turning back, when a voice stopped her in her tracks. The question bounced around the walls until she was uncertain where it had originated from. She stopped, paws falling still beneath her, and head tilting to the side. She wasn’t alarmed, despite the creepy-crawly feeling that traced along her spine. She had felt that sensation for as long as she had been down here. Something about this abandoned place had set her hackled up. Well, perhaps not as abandoned as all that.

“Hello?” she called out cautiously, ears pricked and swilling as they followed her own echoed word. Where was the wolf that had called out to her. Did he need her aid. “Where are you?”