Left of west and coming in a hurry with the Furies

She finds herself at a crossroads, tunnels breaking off in all directions and she hears her name echoing down the tunnels that surround her, ahead and behind, to the left and the right. The girl turns about, head canting. One of the voices sounds familiar, the others... have a hollowness to them, almost but not quite right. As if whatever dwells in the dark now knows her name, she hears it called again, from deeper in the mine, and suddenly... her adventure loses some of it's shine.

She has turned about so many times, she can no longer easily pick the path from where she came, and the thing that is not her father calling her name has the girl on edge. The fur along her spine stands on end, more in line with her quills than her spine. She thinks to drop her nose to the ground, and now realises just how damp the earth is under her feet. With just a little more light, she might be able to make out the pawprints that led her to this point, but it is far too wet to hold a scent. The girl tries to choke down the whimper that wants to break free from her chest. She can hear the shuffling thumping sound of something coming closer quickly. Something large. Something looming. She bares her teeth, curling down on herself like an angry, defensive cat. At least she won't go down without a fight.