< DD1 | Wolfrem >

Something feels off.
It wasn't often that Wolfrem decided to venture into a new Dungeon, at least not alone. The sound of hooves echoed through the cavern, little taps following as pebbles were
knocked aside. A torch sits at the end of the stick held in his mouth, without much else adorning the horse. While he's still new to finally venturing into the Dungeons
nearby, he's as prepared as he can be - at least, he hopes so.

But, something about this Dungeon feels off. They still always tend to make him a little nervous - his ego and determination pushes him to keep exploring, but he still 
doesn't know the full extent of what these Dungeons may hold. A sharp creak just a little further ahead stops him in his tracks, his sides heaving a little harder as his 
nerves pick up. After a moments pause, he resumes his trek, just a little slower and more cautious than before. A small glint of light catches his eye past a rock just ahead,
egging him on further. He approaches slowly, feeling the fleeting moment of anxiety send his heartrate a little higher just before curiosity takes over and abates the
feeling. His head lowers, sniffing and pawing at the little rocks hiding this mysterious glint-
Thump.

His head jolts back faster than any movement he's made since he got inside, a shrieking whinny breaking the eerie silence of the cave. No matter how hard he tries, he can't
get a glimpse of what's sinking its' claws into his back, sending a low growl at him every time his head turns. Stumbling backwards, too many rocks block the area for him
to move easily and he trips, halfway down to the ground before he catches himself. Panic and frustration begin to mix as he turns, starting to bolt towards the way out, but
the creatures talons are sinking further in and the rage builds to get this damn thing off. A larger rock ahead gives him the quick idea and as he leaps over, he slams his
side against the Dungeon wall, the satisfying feeling of a limb other than his crushing between the wall and himself pushing him further. He slams his hooves against the
ground as he lands, planting himself and jerking his head back up, feeling the soft thump of whatever it is hitting against his neck. He thrashes quickly to the other side
of the opening, bucking as hard as he can before slamming into the wall once more and finally feeling the claws leave his flesh, and the weight off his back.

Without a second of delay, he's bolting again straight for the exit. Light peers through as he nears the gaping hole back to the outside world and one final leap sets him
free. His sides heaving, he turns his head to glance into the entrance of the Dungeon, and when nothing catches his eye, he lets out a deep breath and turns to start his
trek back home.