It was with a snarl that the shadowy woman made her way back to the bowels of the earth, having been to the surface and finding the daylight too strong for her brilliantly colored eyes. Her paws kept moving until the pale orange glow of magma became apparent, the smell of sulfur stung the nose as the earthen tunnel opened to show a river of molten rock and melted plant life. The cavern was dimly lit and let the lass of smoke and fire blend in without much effort, keeping her white tail down to disguise it. It was warm, the world far above her would go on and she would remain forever the beast in the depths. It would always be so, and the dark raveness had come to learn her body had grown used to this prison. Something lured her to the entrance, something made her want to go to the surface. Moving to the entrance of her dimly lit cave, Kedorah let a long, sad siren's song escape her lips. Calling any who happened to be around into the depths of hell, were the wolves above ready for their master to come home?