The fear of the wolf dissipated when her senses assured her that she was alone, in between deep, controlled breaths.
Determined to find the tunnel that could lead her out of Redwood, Marisol retraced her steps, unintentionally returning to the room where the red wolf had attacked her. She marvels at it, now getting the chance to actually take it in.
In the center of the vast room stood a grand throne, its ornate design commanding attention despite the decay that surrounded it. Marisol couldn't help but imagine the room in its prime, filled with the vibrancy of werewolves who once inhabited this regal space. The grandeur of the space now held an ominous undertone.