Pull me all the way down

Nirvana had taken to a new place, a strange location that delved beneath the earth. The last time she had been here had been in passing, but under the cover of night the albino dame had returned. The spring sunlight was much too harsh for her eyes, but she greatly enjoyed the pleasant nights and the feel of the breeze across her coat. In darkness she thrived, unafraid and facing whatever may come her way. But as she descended into the cold darkness of that crypt, nothing would prepare her what she would encounter

Damp and musky, the smell of decay and mold invaded her nose. Nirvana wrinkled it in response but it would take much more for the woman to be detoured from this place. A ruin like this was a gravesite for many, and perhaps hidden valuables would lie undiscovered. Her cape brushes against a wall, collecting dust and cobwebs within it. Great, it would take a lot of preening to get the feathers back to what they should be.

Room after room is passed, her sense of time slipping away. How many minutes had gone? Or was it hours now? As she rounds another corner her nostrils flare at a new scent. Blood. The smell of singed fur and flesh. Nirvana draws closer, and she can hear the breaths of the injured. The wolf is still alive.

“Hey,” Nirvana calls to him as she gets to his side. “I’m going to help you. Just hang on, alright?” Was he still conscious?