Building Courage
03-19-2015, 03:35 PM
Walk | Talk | Think She was quick to catch on that he would follow, and as she spun to dart off closer to the cavern Miksa picked up his own pace to keep up. Already he could tell this adventure was going to test him in ways he had yet to be tested. He was naturally a quiet individual who kept to himself, but he doubted this girl was going to allow him to follow in absolute silence the entire time they wandered the cave. Nor was he a true adventurer at heart, which meant trying to match her pace was going to be tough. Already she had a lead on him, her dark shape slipping into the cavern while Miksa slowed and cautiously examined everything from just a step inside, his yellow eyes darting every which way as he tried to assess the place. Just as she explained, it was incredibly dark within, full of shadows and who knew what else. Miksa saw a strange and potentially dangerous unknown. His companion saw adventure and potential excitement. She was practically beaming with joy as she all but skipped further inside the mine, and with a much slower step the timid white wolf sighed softly and followed after her. He felt odd in here, confined and nervous, and the deepening shadows only heightened his sense of dread. This could not be a good place, could it? Was something bound to happen to them? And what would he be able to do if something did happen? He had not been trained yet in anything back home to truly be of any type of use to this girl should she need his help. Pessimistic thoughts clouded his mind so thickly that he missed her comment about the object propped against the wall of the cave and only vaguely did he see her shape move in that direction before resuming its forward pace to disappear entirely in the darkness. His tan ears were perked forward, listening to the girl's steps, as he trailed behind and tried not to feel as if that same darkness was slowly swallowing them whole, cutting them off from the bright outside world that he trusted much more than this one. He stayed close, using the girl's scent as well as her movements and spoken remarks to keep her near. Only by her stumbling did he stop himself from doing the same, and he felt along the odd tracks as she did. Though when the tunnel seemed to rumble from within and pebbles fell around them he felt the fur on his neck rise warily. "Maybe it's not safe," he remarked soberly, his yellow eyes struggling to make out anything in the darkness. Maybe there was good reason this place was empty and abandoned. |
