Witchy Wolves

His caution seems to be working in his favor as he moves forward extremely slowly. Every movement is made with three thoughts before being made, this slow methodical advancement eventually taking far too long. With another careful step forward a drip of water falls upon his dark nose, bringing his attention up once more as he realizes that the tunnel is starting to melt all around him. His heart jumped out of his chest and into his throat as the tunnel began to collapse behind him. The time for careful movement was over as his form was suddenly pelted and barraged with ice. He cried out as he was bruised and cut with sharp pointed icicles. Silas ran, but even at full tilt he wasn't going to make it. The Carpathian didn't even realize how badly he was cut when his guide pushed him, hard, away from danger.

Sprawled on the floor from the last jump and breathing hard from the adrenaline he eventually pushed himself from the ground. Uncertain if they were truly out of danger as he surveyed their new surroundings. What looked like a long abandoned shrine and further, daylight. They were nearly through, still realing from the tunnel but unable to stop and think he charged forward.

Silas chooses dexterity