Someone had intruded on the room of bones, howling as if they didn't realize the noise bounced against all the walls and echoed back at them. Age may have dulled her vision and made her bones tight and immovable, but her hearing was still fairly intact, and the sound did not bode well with the canine who had been slumbering for so long. She needed her rest. After everything she had witnessed, she needed her rest, even if it was for another long stretch of countless years.

When she rose, she realized the lights had gone out. She blindly stumbled into the side of one of the bone towers, knocking a few aside and grumbling quietly. The sound had since gone, but she wandered still, turning her nose to the fresh smell of a canine somewhere among the room. Unable to find him after a few agonizing steps, which had already been far too much work for the beast whose limbs were twisted and malformed, she sunk to her haunches and grumped. Well. She was awake now. There was no point in going back to sleep.