What's that in the shadows?

Briar's breath caught in her chest as panic started to set in when she realized that she was suddenly stuck fast in the narrow gap she had attempted to squeeze through. She wiggled and tried to free herself with a whine, but eventually the slate wolf came to her rescue and helped push her through, though not without feeling a sharp sting across her cheek as a particularly sharp piece of ice scraped across her face. That felt like a small price to pay to get unstuck and out to the other side. Once she was freed she gave herself a shake and took a deep breath, letting out a slow sigh. Gods, why was she doing this?!

Looking ahead, the path didn't look any better than what she had just come through–if anything it looked significantly worse. Her ears flicked uncertainly as she let her gaze trail across the broken, crumbling tunnel ahead of them. Every scenario that she ran through her head didn't seem like it would end well, but surely this canine had to have brought her here for a purpose, right? She turned her attention down to the slate wolf, looking to them with concern and confusion. "Do you know how to get through here?" she asked as she glanced between her guide and the path ahead. "Is there a better way to get where we're going?"

ooc: Picking charisma!

"Briar Carpathius"