simba, remember who you are

The group decided to move onwards and Sparrow smiled smugly. Hell yeah they weren't afraid of any ghosts! She picked a few extra mushrooms at the entrance just in case there weren't more inside. Theory mentioned that she had heard of the crypt and a flood of memories came back to Sparrow: the ghost stories, the prank she and friar played, the warm, plush wolf cuddled into her chest, insisting she was so mean with a sickly sweet sigh, the flurries of kisses and all that followed after... Hana.

Her mood went from blissful memories to sour in a few heartbeats. Sparrow ripped one shelf mushroom off of the crypt wall roughly, "C'mon," she grumbled. "Let's teach some motherly bitches a lesson."