Witchy Wolves

The dark wolf looked at her as if she would take a pause to change her mind, but when she didn’t move he seemed to acquiesce. Venom would warily follow behind as they moved deeper into the mist, but as the scent changed from water vapor to smoke Venom felt herself having second thoughts. Where was he going to take her and more importantly why? Her thoughts were not as clear with the heavy smoke that filled her eyes and made keeping to the path difficult. The scents here were much more like the volcano that took her father’s life than the crisp clear oasis they had just been.

She lost sight of her guide and very nearly went over a cliff had he not stopped her. Venom’s heart nearly sprang from her chest as the guide let her catch her balance and gestured towards a bridge over the deep pit of lava. She took in a deep breath and nodded, ready to follow him over the bridge. She had been led this far, surely he could get her over the rickety bridge as well.

Venom chooses Charisma: make the guide go first

"Venom"