Your heart skips several beats when you hear the howl. It sounds different than Zoë’s; much more resonant and…primal.
And it definitely came from within the cave.
Your eyes scope the visible recesses of the cave. It seems deeper than you previously thought.
Shaking, you rise upon bare feet, wrapping the pelt around your goose bumps. It warms you quickly, even in the chill of this cave. You catch a glance at your
reflection in the stream, a still-human woman wrapped in soft ashen fur. In a strange way, it suits you.
Leaving the safety of this cavern might draw you right into the paws of Zoë.
Staying might make you a sitting duck for whatever else is inside this cave.