Starglow Basin secret tunnel

One moment, death reached out her curled claw, the boatman of the river styx here to take his coins and ferry him away for good. The next, a screech of surprise and eyes, pearls of malice, only malice, were dragged further away; for a moment he looked down on her, met her gaze with his own, surprise matched. 

He felt bad. He didn't want anybody to be hurt. What was happening now? He caught glimpse of the attacker, lithesome and cloaked in sheepskin hide; same as from that day. He didn't know her, but within her he saw a chance not to be confined here any longer. Even if this attempt would be his last, something otherworldly spurred him to move, peel himself from the corner and limp away quickly as marred limbs would allow him to. 

Let teeth find his throat, or the wind of freedom slick the fur on his nape.

Anything but stay here. He made the most of the borrowed time. Part of him warred not to leave the stranger behind, another part of him knew he could trust nothing and no one. He half-dragged his battered form to the mouth of the cave, speed not on his side.