Meldresi’s answer to Red’s question seemed awfully vague, almost like the other was hiding something, but she didn’t push it. She was too busy feeling like there were creepy-crawlies all over her and wanting to run around like a wolf with rabies. She needed to get out of here. She had noticed the bright light up ahead, and began whining in anticipation of getting out. She looked over at her companion. Could we hurry it up?
she asked, by splaying her ears against her head, tail between her legs, not bothering to mask her fear.
Some part of her knew she was being a coward, and the other part of her knew that sometimes being a coward is what kept one alive. If Meldresi wanted to explore this place, then that was her choice, but Red wanted to live to see the sun again, thank you very much. Without waiting for the black wolf’s reply, she took off at a dead run, heading straight for the light at the end of the tunnel of trees that surrounded her.