Sarah takes his hand, unable to hold back a smile, and stands. She glances at Crysta sleeping near the fire. Her tail twitches every few seconds. Maybe Peter is right. She should be fine without her for a little while. Sighing, she follows Peter to the back of the cave.
Moving past rocks and small water holes, the light of the fire fades faster than she wants. They slide between a few tight spots. Now in complete darkness. They weave their way farther into the cave. Drip, drop, drip. Echoes surround them. It's so dark. Sarah can't see her hand in front of her, let alone where they are going. She clings to Peter’s hand. Putting the other against the wall of the cave. Her fingertips slip and slide. She pulls back, only to brace again as she stumbles on a rock. Peter’s tightening grip is the
