replace freedom with fear

The cr?me colored fae walked through the cavern. She was new to this land, and seeing the caverns was something that was unfamiliar to this dame. Her orange color at the top of her form was made more darker in this cavern as she entered it. Going further into the depths of the cavern, she was not sure if she would be coming out of the cavern once more. The dame did not wish to die in here, after only being here for a couple days at least. Her topaz optics shimmered as her eyes made out what looked like mushrooms. Mushrooms never did that, as far as she knew, she her light colors could be seen once more, a smile upon her face when she saw her light pelt once more, swishing her tail happily.

But, she could tell that she was not alone. Someone else was in the cavern with her, but, he or she could not be seen. Were they in the deeper parts of the cavern? Or, did she just not look hard enough to make out the other wolf's presence. She placed her snout into the air, sniffing the air as she followed scent of the unknown wolf, soon stopping when she was sure that the wolf was close by and could sense her presence.

The dame set her haunches down upon the stone ground and waited, tail thumping. She was not sure why her tail would be thumping happily when the wolf could not be seen or known as a friend or foe. A slight grin would crease upon her maw, and she closed her eyes calmly as she waited to see if the wolf would appear, and if it did, if it would simply let her live and talk with her or kill her just as soon as she could be made out.