The cavern matched any other, being completely dark and full of rocks sharper than a sword. Far off an echoed drip drip sound could be heard, but its source was unclear. If one felt around the ground long enough they would often find scattering bugs or disgruntled snakes. This place was flat out depressing, and most tended to stray far from its cold walls. But alas, there was something even worse than its interior. What was that? Well if you asked anyone who knew the caverns well they would tell you of the infinite passages and trails carved along in the cavern that had trapped many tourists and archaeologists in their doom. They would tell you horror stories on how no one had ever been able to escape its treacherous tricks, and many died from either starvation or of the madness of the cavern's taunting. Most would never find themselves in such a place like this, but she did.
Yes, it was not wise, but Rage had always relied on making decisions on the spur of the moment. That's right; there was no thought process whatsoever. This would prove to be a challenge in the future, wouldn't it? Rage, her eyes narrowing to slits and struggling to make sense of their surroundings, prodded a rock with her paw. Her emotions were flying wild at the moment and her mouth was curled up into a snarl. With every drip she growled, as if doing so would tell the noise to stop.