All The Good Girls Go To Hell

As she hopped across the stones from one to the other, Widow couldn't help but wonder what was going on. Was this a dream or reality? It all certainly felt real, but at the same time it didn't. And who were these canines, anyway? Though now as she was faced with more and more lava and yet another treacherous route that looked far more dangerous than the last, she weighed her options. Maybe she could jump across? Widow hadn't tried jumping anything this wide, so she immediately scratched that idea out. She didn't see the stalagmites as an option to cross but she did, however, decide to look around.

There wasn't much, if anything really, that she could use to make this any easier so she headed back into the last room. There had been bridges and whatnot, but those were likely going to get ruined if she tried to salvage them. Instead however, she found a long plank laying off to the side that appeared as if it would be long enough to bridge the gap.

Grabbing it, Widow carried it back to the guide and the lava mote before dropping it at her paws and slowly sliding it across the gap to reach the other side. Now she only needed to worry about whether it would hold her weight or not.

widow picked wisdom