To and through the heart

The dampness made her wary. There was something dark and sinister about the aroma. For a few minutes Salamander limited herself to a small span of mere feet, sniffing at the walls and the floor, peering in to the dark of the corridor so close to her body. Then, when Kerosene's attention was caught and he drifted towards another route, she chuffed, and followed. Separating in this darkness - in this strange, alien underground - was not a good idea. And as reckless as the fire-woman was, she knew not to do something as foolish as this. The male had chosen, and she would follow willingly.