‘Yes.’ Simple and curt and not at all an answer to the wolf’s actual question. Perhaps one part of her or another, so small it’s barely more than a fleeting idea, wants Van Camp to 𝘵𝘳𝘺. After a pause, entirely aware it’s just as little of an answer, ...
... a stream of water where the tracks end too.
It probably started raining, though she doesn’t expect it to become a problem for them. There isn’t enough force behind the water for someone with secure footing and as such, she doesn’t deviate from her plan of ...
⸝⸝⸝ @T0X1NWD. It’s awfully quiet when the lock slots into place again, noises decimated within an instant and with it, each and every threat. She lost the pick axe in the process, but she gave it up willingly; it bent beneath the force and time simply ran out. She’ll find ...
... and entirely different.
She turns her back to begin the trek down the mineshaft, attentive to both the wolf and their surroundings. The door should hold and it’s quiet for now, but she doesn’t trust it enough to make use of the syringe yet; Van Camp can carry ...
