Witchy Wolves

Venom looked to her guide, but as sunset eyes fell upon him he shook his head without thinking. There was no offer of wisdom or insight from him. The Empress felt a tad flustered, after all he had been the one to bring her all this way, why couldn’t he tell her how to progress forward? She refrained from grumbling while she reevaluated the options before her. Did she make an attempt at jumping the gap? She had always been athletic, but that was a gap she wasn’t so certain she could manage. There were columns of stone that were almost large enough to perch upon, but that seemed just as unwise and dangerous as trying to make the leap. Her last real option was trying to make her own way across with the different ruins from the room before. Venom had always been a patient woman, so she decided on the final option, trusting her own paws much more than the gamble of either of the other choices might be.

Venom chooses wisdom: build a bridge with the materials from the other room.
"Venom"