[h1][center]"Serene"[/center][/h1]

Any progress further had been cut off by the hulking mass that was the corrupted tree, but even before that, the smell had made her take a step back. The dragon's gaze narrowed, displeased at the stench ahead, but she knew that pressing on or going back were the only options. This felt more and more wrong, and they either needed to retreat out of the building, or keep going, staying was a bad idea. Through what gaps in Wendigo's body she could see into the other side, she attempted to see if anything lay beyond that probably dead woman, such as where the tunnel went, if it connected anywhere else. Anything to get out of this hellhole. A place like this...the Flamemother would burn it, and the monsters who had made it, to a crisp, she was certain of it. She growled just a tad at Wendigo, to show her own displeasure, hopefully he'd understand it, and not mistake it for an insult or something...