OOC: dated 3/31/2015 for @Deacon

IC: With a bounce in her step and a certain cheerfulness that often escaped the normally depressed gray woman, Narime loped through a particularly beautiful tunnel that lay underneath hush meadow. It was in fact, the very tunnel that she had first fallen into about two years ago. The large wolf sized opening in the roof of the tunnel spread enough light into the place to give it a serene but awe inspiring grandeur. The filtering sunlight bounced off the crystals and limestone all the way down into the deeper areas of the cavern where little light penetrates.

By now Nari knew these maze-like tunnels like the back of her paw. She had in a sense, been reborn in them because before falling into the caverns she had relied on others for everything. When she came out of the caverns she had found a new sense of self, and had acquired the ability to think for herself as well as stand on her own four paws. She didn't need others to help her after she found her own way out.

For two long hazardous years Nari had lived in these tunnels and caves. There were certain dangers within them that the she wolf and her older pack mates had blocked off with sticks, thorns, and shrubbery. For the most part though the place was a sight to behold. She often wondered why the other wolves didn't feel as she did for the place. Maybe she was different from them? Maybe she was meant to keep these caves to herself.