I'M NOT LOCKED IN HERE WITH YOU,

She moves with the silent grace of her family, Jumanji's mother gracing her with smooth, whisper-soft pads that made no noise against the dank floor of the caverns. Voices drifted to her like snippets of siren songs, her stygian ears perking to catch the din of word against stone, silvery paws up their tempo as she creeps forward. Nearing a year old, the girl is not as large as the ones she comes upon, her dark head tilting as she moistens grey lips in nervous anticipation. Her mossy green eyes fade to grey at the pupil, the longer hairs of her body highlighted by white and the rest of her is a deep coal color, her neck and underbelly are a dark grey, all of this blending to make for perfect cavern camouflage.

Sticking to the shadows, the girl watches these unknown relatives as they met. The girl declaring to have found the boy as surely as Pathogen had found them. It is not long until the smell of death is on the wind, a sure sign her father is near but unseen, or perhaps it was that corpse in the ravine, the one who had screamed for days and clawed at the walls with sounds that made her howl to match the pitch. The stranger had not been alone when he impaled himself on the spikes that grew from the floors of the pits, Pathogen lived nearby in her father's den and had watched the dark critter die and then decompose. The flies buzzed hellishly and drove the child mad with their wings, it even drown out the sound of mother's paws drifting away and leaving her.

Now, she watches the wolves interact, learning what she couldn't from her father. Oh, she longed to be big enough to march up to them, but Mother spoke of wolves who ate their own kind. Father was one of these, and she was by nature as well - seeing as her father only brought other wolves to eat. Staying in the shadows, she simply watches, waiting until it is safe to make her presence known.