Don't fall in a hole or some shit, was Wake's warning, echoing around between Mercy's ears. He really wasn't great at the whole supervision thing, and that's why she's so fond of him. Wandering toward the Mines without a care in the world, taking in what she can. Staying near the pools of light, not straying too deep-- at least not yet. Exploring, taking careful note of the way this place was built. It couldn't be natural, not most of it. Rotting wooden beams seemed to support some of the sketchier tunnels. Weird. Wonder what would happen if one took a solid kick.
But the yip-yapping of coyotes is never far off. It seemed Mercy had stumbled into one of their dens, a little hidey hole in the stony cavern. Three sets of glowing eyes fixating on the girl, who straightens her posture and takes them in carefully. "Time to play coyote ball, motherfuckers." Hackles up, lunging at the beast directly before her. Snapping and snarling, it's game fucking on.
